Rat Raisins
The utterings of someone who can't stop dreaming
Tuesday, 17 December 2013
just a quick bite
The key to her sadness sits in her hand. Its sharp teeth bite at her tight grip as its cold metal form weighs heavy on her mind.
'Have they taken everything?' She asked no one in particular.
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