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You'd think that Keeping such an elegant creature, A dangerous and revered mammal Such as the tiger As what many would call a pet, Dangerous. But she is so much more than dangerous. She is the embodiment of finely crafted Architecture. Curiosity is the Driving force behind her. Watching my tiger sleep, pondering what she dreams does she imagine herself in Love with me? Her a woman? Or me a tiger? Does she dream of tearing me apart and imagine my body a ****** canvas? Jungle art. Lo what Resides behind this fierce Black and her Electric orange Crown, I shall never know.
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Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
Watching My Tiger Sleep
You'd think that Keeping such an elegant creature, A dangerous and revered mammal Such as the tiger As what many would call a pet, Dangerous. But she is so much more than dangerous. She is the embodiment of finely crafted Architecture. Curiosity is the Driving force behind her. Watching my tiger sleep, pondering what she dreams does she imagine herself in Love with me? Her a woman? Or me a tiger? Does she dream of tearing me apart and imagine my body a ****** canvas? Jungle art. Lo what Resides behind this fierce Black and her Electric orange Crown, I shall never know.
aiden-williams
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Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
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