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Posted on December 22, 2015 at 08:37:55 AM by CROW.
BUILDINGS BURN. PEOPLE DIE.
CROW.
but real love is forever ! He lay near undetectable in the shadows of the wooded night, the full winter's moon casting deeper pits of black to hide in. He lavished in the midnight hour, laying in his own kind of sun, a negative sun. The dank smell of rotting logs and musky earth entrench his home and his body in a woodsy smell he would never be able to purge. Deep brown and black pelt is hidden within the shadows of the massive fallen oak, inside the hollow of its trunk. Where the tree had broken, the wooden insides had been stripped of their integrity, termites had feasted and the wood boring beetles had enthused about in the guts of the oak. Rain and air had dry rotted the insides, and made the tree almost like dirt to dig in. Blunt claws had chiseled all day, in the shade of his fallen hovel, taking frequent breaks between digs. Even in the winter months the muscle bound boy got hot, and this was an awfully boisterous activity for one of his particular build to even be attempting.
"This is speaking." C/R/O/W
male. four years. no room for love. no time for bonds. no offspring. of no land.  |
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- PUT IT ON MY TAB - By APOLLYMI December 23, 2015 at 06:52:03 AM
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