In rustling grass
prey prays
Offering a warm neck for sacrifice
for craven
In rustling grass
prey prays
Offering a warm neck for sacrifice
for craven
Thank you dearly for this my whispering friend, I love it, and it means a great deal to me, as does your friendship, Huge hugs
Birds make great sky circles of their freedom
How do they do it?
They fall
And in falling, they’re given wings
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