mcatling

Kiss each little green head as they sleep.   Worry of what may happen if they wake before you return. Leave anyway because there is no one else and love is a verb. Shiver against the bitter cold midnight. Traipse through miles of muck and refuse. Climb upward with exhaustion in each step and supplies at your back. Check at every sewer grate for lost coins or the occasional dollar. Expose yourself to the dangers of the surface world. Worry what would happen to them if you were ever caught. Go on anyway because there is no one else and love is a verb. Slip silently through shadows and allies. Rummage all night through dumpsters and tr