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The hunter child Born out of fear Shed of its skin Along a feral frontier Hold the low note And feel the sting To feast upon our hearts Is the primal thing
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May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 8:01 AM UTC
The Sound of the Shell, The Cry of the Hunters
The hunter child Born out of fear Shed of its skin Along a feral frontier Hold the low note And feel the sting To feast upon our hearts Is the primal thing
Carlo-C-Gomez
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56/M/The Exclusion Zone
May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 8:01 AM UTC
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