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Sep 2012
Having fed on your mortal essence, over come by the intoxicating mixture, I ride across the skies, unseen, within storms, otherworldly. Catching you upon the edge about to fall, gathering you within my wings and free falling only to land safely. ~M
Michele M
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Michele M  Feral Wilderness
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