Un crabe mort (Sobriété)

Lying on his Black and White bed, he became the Fallen,
Shrouded with the coolness of a late mist.
The marauders warned him "Don't ever set foot on this ruins, you, decapod!"

Such is life. No place for pity.

Comments

[sav]

et voilà, on veut se faire bronzer, et : paf ! insolation ;)