serengeti

Member since 2003 · Posted 26 May 2006 · 0 comments

a stampede of memories flood the plain fearful of the hidden assassin that time itself reveals their skins, thick with the dead callous accusations and conversations aired frequently in public brambles envelop them, ripping flesh but the stalker waits silently until enough blood has been spilled

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