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The ******* is bashful only when he lacks control Vulture poaching ***** as his victim Hands like constrictors, slither up your clothes Hidden smile, scaled, behind a venom veil He talks in toxins, and when the will has rotted; Ties in knots; consuming whole a struggled “no”
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Jun 4, 2021
Jun 4, 2021 at 2:37 AM UTC
The *******
The ******* is bashful only when he lacks control Vulture poaching ***** as his victim Hands like constrictors, slither up your clothes Hidden smile, scaled, behind a venom veil He talks in toxins, and when the will has rotted; Ties in knots; consuming whole a struggled “no”
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Jun 4, 2021
Jun 4, 2021 at 2:37 AM UTC
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