Killers
Water, dripping,
s...l...o...w...l...y...
All those hunters,
all the evil machines,
that kill,
are moving quickly.
Barely any hope
left for us..
We are alone,
on our own. No
one to save us.
Help us. Save us.
Copyright © Sofia Shteyngolts | Year Posted 2011
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