Does the name Mary still taste
Like burning flesh rolling of your tongue
You have your mother's eyes but nothing else
Your father took the rest when she took fire
Do you think he ever regrets it?
Moulding you into a weapon, not a violin?
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Infected | JENLISA AU|
FanfictionShe steps forward, until I'm close enough to examine her eyes. Spots of red and black bombard her brown eyes. Her breath hot and murky as she speaks "We're all infected here." Only rule Live Today- Die Tomorrow
