At the edges of your bed…
I pray,
Thou not turn red…
On the cusp of the edge…
I pray,
Why did thy fledge?
Paws to the ground, too afraid to fly…
I pray,
Moon howler, let me not die…
-Madamchryzl-
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At the edges of your bed…
I pray,
Thou not turn red…
On the cusp of the edge…
I pray,
Why did thy fledge?
Paws to the ground, too afraid to fly…
I pray,
Moon howler, let me not die…
-Madamchryzl-
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