He would curl up in his blanket,
Shielding from the
overpopulating down-fall;
Such slithering evil that;
left him–nothing, but dull inside.
— N O T V A N T E
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C.PULLO {IV}✔️
PoesiaIn which I write of what could be pasts, presents, and futures; ©️NOTVANTE
