To this dying man whom the wolf already scents
And whom the crow watches.
Baudelaire, Flowers of Evil
To this dying man whom the wolf already scents
And whom the crow watches.
Baudelaire, Flowers of Evil
Maki looks angry when he drinks but I know he’s wearing a mask. The mask sprouts from his heart, across his entire face. Sometimes it spreads to his limbs and makes him destroy things. One night he smacked his son when he asked, “why are you crying so loud daddy?”
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