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Like a wolf

She's like a wolf with such  pretty eyes.

But she's a woman with prettier thighs

Don't look to hard or she'll eat you up, you silly pup!

And what did you think?

Was she the pack mother or the canine sphynx?

 

 

 

We're all dead tonight thanks to the ebb of the tide. The moon smiles and squeals inside at the breath and the sight of our homicide.

If you asked the hungry, they'd say they're glad that we died

Because they feast on our flesh

On the Earth we are but guests.

Know your place lest you rest in a coffin lined with the sorrow of your regret and carved from branches of your potential. It's essential that you respect lady death.

Don't step out of line.

Step out of line your life is mine, the universe is mine. The stars and the heavens combined.

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Armenian
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Nov 7, 2016
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