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Nov 2012
us beasts,
with terrible claws and yellow eyes
rule the untamed jungle.
then on white sails
blown with rebellious wind
thrashed a child's dream.
the one with pointy crown,
wolfish grin and solitude,
joined the group.
max the wildest king, beat us up
with his roar.
filling harsh lungs
without love, or bedtime stories.
"I don't write for children. I write, and somebody says, 'That's for children.'" -- Maurice Stainback
wandabitch
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wandabitch  Promethea
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