The Burden of Innocence
By:
pochacco A kitten mews in longing
for the worlds she does not know
Her soul has lost its way through
the depths of blood and tilting pain
As time swirls around her little head
and her low walls of purity swiftly fade away
The pack of ravenous wolves smell her desire on the wind
And they follow their noses to the scent of
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