Dead and dry, the shade of my eyes,
I want you to realize, as I give a smile,
Something's lurking, prowling or seeking
If you please, for your loyalty,
So cherished and useless, an undying hunger
That would shake your knees, falling to the turf begging,
A cherished and useless plea


Underestimated 5/10/11

A/N: All right, Fictionpress! Finally you guys have ceased my curses and shuns and maybe some religious sacrificing. I can now edit my crap right

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