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Jul 2016
Ginger spiced sense of perception, each breath the taste of heat.
Mental ferocity, I am a beast who hungers my daily meat.

I claw the flesh and bite deep, not letting go of my new victim.
For she is weak and I am strong, thus how I have always picked them.

I am a lion, she the pray, those words cut like my teeth.
Mental ferocity, I am a beast who hungers my daily meat.
I don't really know
CJ M
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CJ M  23/M/H-town TX
(23/M/H-town TX)   
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