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Drowningpaw
This night, walk the dead
In the solitary starlight,
Crash the cemetery gates.
In the dress your husband hates
Drowningpaw gave out a yawn as she sat near the river, her muscles ached because of the accident that happened so long ago. She watched the water rippling as the sun shone on it beautifully, her Russian Blue fur was mattered slightly but she wasn't to bothered at the moment...
Lay down, mark the grave
Where the search lights find us
Drinking by the musalium door
And they found you on the bathroom floor
ooc;
mood; Bored -_-
location; Home
Tags: On on one, Drowningpaw.
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