by Willow3939Greer, South Carolina, USA
Apr 2015 341 Views 0 comments
Waiting...
Alone, I walk.
Is this my fate?
At night, he comes to me.
He holds out his hand.
“How long must I wait?”
~The Shepherd of the Dead
Is this my fate?
At night, he comes to me.
He holds out his hand.
“How long must I wait?”
~The Shepherd of the Dead
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Posted: Apr 2015
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