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I am a mouse to her, To play with, to toy upon my Never ending running wheel. Will I get a time when I can just Breath, Relax, Sleep An endless moment, I am a puppet she likes to snip at the Strings Life Death Doesn't faze her, the chase is what Invigorates her, she has touched inside Me, her talons gorge within taking a Particle, Essence, Pieces Of my soul and I watch and she drinks me, I wish to starve her, to release my pain. But she is the huntress of lost souls This is her playground, and I am just A rat in a maze, That when tiresome, she will consume That which she drinks greedily when it our next time to meet.
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Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 6:35 PM UTC
Huntress Of Lost Souls
I am a mouse to her, To play with, to toy upon my Never ending running wheel. Will I get a time when I can just Breath, Relax, Sleep An endless moment, I am a puppet she likes to snip at the Strings Life Death Doesn't faze her, the chase is what Invigorates her, she has touched inside Me, her talons gorge within taking a Particle, Essence, Pieces Of my soul and I watch and she drinks me, I wish to starve her, to release my pain. But she is the huntress of lost souls This is her playground, and I am just A rat in a maze, That when tiresome, she will consume That which she drinks greedily when it our next time to meet.
Everyone plays with there food..
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Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 6:35 PM UTC
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