 Friends         | let it rain  wild_flower___: ' 10 years ago • Report • Link  0 wild_flower___: Evening in winter: waning sunlight / whispered on wingtips, welcomed the flyer, / flushed her dayblood, fledged fearsome night. / Knife-like talons – terrible talons! – / carefully gripped groaning old stones / that stole all hope, hindered all warmth. / Wary specter spoke in the golding, / “Go from this place: pleasant’s the journey. / No joy rests here, not in ruined asylum.” // wild_flower___: Cole1613:little stair steppers so you're breast feeding then how's that going? do you breast feed? im not talkint about that well then i have no use for you |
