If you wish to read, then do so. If you wish to fly, then dream it. If you wish to live, then live on. If you wish to love, the dream forever.
Hot...
Hot steel sears flesh once again. Hot steel that scars faded stitchings into his chest. Hot steel in the room that already seems to burn the air around him.
The familiar sting, or the blade falling to skin. The familiar sting, that slowly sets in. The familiar sting, that fades his pain. The familiar sting, that just came around again.
Thats alot hot stinging lol jk jk Thats good my little sister writes poetry and I still write on cave walls. x3 I admire people with mad ninja writeing skillzz
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Lazy Nymph · Community Member · Fri Jun 29, 2007 @ 08:58pm