

The Vultures ComeThe vultures come Every time we touch. Their disgust jabs our skin, As if our love is wrongThe Vultures Come
In their little beady eyes.
The vultures come Every time we kiss. This affection is an infestation To them, it must be destroyed.
The vultures come Every time we confess our love. To them, there is no such thing Between two boys.
The vultures come Every time we embrace. Our union in uholy in their view From above they scold us, And cry filthy words.
The vultures come But we still stand. No matter what our


NevermoorThere is a land where none is all, Where evil and good are nothing. Neutrality is a binding ring And the fields whisper a song of neither onyx nor gold.Nevermoor
This is the land of Nevermoor, A land deathly, beautifully sweet. Love the land of Nevermoor, And hate it still as you live.
Where Tor and Fenris walk amongst The weakest and the best. Lycan, elemental, hellhound and wraith Are all in one and many.
This is the land of Nevermoor, A land deathly, beautifully sweet. Love the land of Nevermoor, And hate it still as you live.
Thou art officially hugged!
RULES:
1- You can hug the person who hugged you!
2- You -MUST- hug 6 other people, at least!
3- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their user page!
4- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
5- You should most definitely get started hugging right
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'Smoke out yer ass~' Wait, WHAT?!
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