So there you are
A sad, little boy atop a throne of
Shriveled wannabe princesses
Delivering soup to armies
Never in need of it
For they are built of carbon and
Gaslight, to shine a new meaning on
What it feels like to break apart
Families and shed blood on their
Friends who would have done
Almost anything to keep
Everything we love
Safe
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Manic Pixie Dream Girl: An Era ♡ poetry & prose
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