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Dec 2015
we watch each other,
with strangely animal eyes,
circling, waiting tense,

a muscle twitches,
he bares his fangs, viciously
he moves, I match

we circle in sync,
preparing for a death dance,
ready to tear flesh,

it vibrates on my skin,
a tension so palpable,
my heart nearly stops,
Cade
Written by
Cade  Nightvale
(Nightvale)   
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   sequoi eley, SPT, --- and wordvango
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