Waiting
I am a woman waiting for an apocalypse One day, my howling children will pluck the stars from the sky They will consume their heavenly bodies and shit stardust for Aftertimes.
I am a woman waiting for an apocalypse One day my erstwhile lover will captain a ship of the Dead to battle They will fight the einherjar; dead will fight dead will fight dead and my lover will kill, and be killed by his old…
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