Loki

Noah

Crept through the night
As I make my escape.
Removing the clutch
With skin coming back into shape.
Worn out boots
That they tossed me.
Oxygen rushes in and out
Just as fast as my treasured boots can take me.
Layered rips
From shirt to muscle.
I break the treeline
Awakening a new threshold.
A new punchline waits for me
Shining it's glory out there somewhere.
The waves along this joke
Won't rape harder than the last. 

  • Author: Noah (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 14th, 2018 03:15
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Tony36

    Great write

    • Noah

      Thank you

      • Tony36

        Welcome



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