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It was monstrous   Yet I slayed his generous advances    How could I have predicted   Sure footed   But...   Both creeping pounding each   Both snarling sides of face      One sweetly      One harsh and dripping breath whiskey   Snoot and scowl   A bronze fist the left      I caught it like straw      The right as if snow had fallen on my lashes      Not that I had wept      And neither did I laugh   The laughter caught and kept      I saw his eyes each   I saw belladonna   And fire   I saw hate and love   And the slow death of the Sun   Into a chill night   Casting tender mercies    Until another morning   Where pounding crept   Where my aching came    And peace had slept
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Jan 17, 2021
Jan 17, 2021 at 8:24 AM UTC
I Made Leviathan
It was monstrous   Yet I slayed his generous advances    How could I have predicted   Sure footed   But...   Both creeping pounding each   Both snarling sides of face      One sweetly      One harsh and dripping breath whiskey   Snoot and scowl   A bronze fist the left      I caught it like straw      The right as if snow had fallen on my lashes      Not that I had wept      And neither did I laugh   The laughter caught and kept      I saw his eyes each   I saw belladonna   And fire   I saw hate and love   And the slow death of the Sun   Into a chill night   Casting tender mercies    Until another morning   Where pounding crept   Where my aching came    And peace had slept
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BonanzaCherry
46/F/Arkansas, USA
Jan 17, 2021
Jan 17, 2021 at 8:24 AM UTC
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