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In the cave I wait, smoke filling the lungs, masking the smell, hiding the face. I the fire starter, in the bears domain, playing my game. A moving shadow, a vicious snarl. Approaching swiftly, what a clumsy animal.   The blade glistens with minimal light. Entering the furry hide, the eyes fade. A soul dissipating with the cloud. A trade, gifted at death. One heroic effort for a bite at last.
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Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC
Blood Of The Beast
In the cave I wait, smoke filling the lungs, masking the smell, hiding the face. I the fire starter, in the bears domain, playing my game. A moving shadow, a vicious snarl. Approaching swiftly, what a clumsy animal.   The blade glistens with minimal light. Entering the furry hide, the eyes fade. A soul dissipating with the cloud. A trade, gifted at death. One heroic effort for a bite at last.
MorrisonLeary
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Oct 10, 2014
Oct 10, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC
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