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Blade_chick
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Sandpaper shadows,
scratching the wood on the walls of her screams.
Let them crumble,
let them fall.
They suffocate; they’re cheap
might as well define the fears,
the wax melting in her sleep.
The invitation of disaster needs to decay,
crack,
and run away.
"...He who trusts in high walls invites disaster." Proverbs 17:19
scratching the wood on the walls of her screams.
Let them crumble,
let them fall.
They suffocate; they’re cheap
might as well define the fears,
the wax melting in her sleep.
The invitation of disaster needs to decay,
crack,
and run away.
"...He who trusts in high walls invites disaster." Proverbs 17:19
