Thread:Claweight/@comment-26510374-20170820074121

split his ribs open using my bare hands but i could not repair all of the damage built of milk and flesh so meek and mild but i know if he'd lived he'd have grown to be wild

they broke him and they beat him and break he did they took him from me, my baby and break he did

his skin went white as chalk, his limbs turned soft and limp i cradled him through those moments of weakness and watched him drift between the worlds of living and dead until he sunk down into the pavement

they broke him and they beat him and break he did they took him from me, my baby and break he did and he laid there for days <span style="color:rgb(213,83,83);font-size:12px;font-weight:normal;">in the cold and the wind <span style="color:rgb(213,83,83);font-size:12px;font-weight:normal;">but i could not breathe life back in <span style="color:rgb(213,83,83);font-size:12px;font-weight:normal;">i tried to fill up his lungs with the air from my own <span style="color:rgb(213,83,83);font-size:12px;font-weight:normal;">but he did not wake up again <span style="color:rgb(213,83,83);font-size:12px;font-weight:normal;">no he didn't

<span style="color:rgb(213,83,83);font-size:12px;font-weight:normal;">split his ribs open using my bare hands but i could not repair all of the damage <ac_metadata title="d"> </ac_metadata>