it’s past tense because they don’t matter.Friends of Dinlas
she couldn’t see the abyss through iron, she just wanted to get back home.
shattered faces and slithering tongues, seeing both sides of the world is the curse of a heterochromia heart,
jaded in one eye, crushed in the other; the shield of metal on her forearm more arm than shield,
it’s just drowning silently, with a smile, they coaxed, open arms with razorblade embraces,
they named it the call of the void, she remembered
and wondered what it would look like on the other side
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