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Mar 2019
Hunt,Β Β find , spill
Blood running like lava
Your spine is cold , the thrill
Your eyes dilate, the pill
Your teeth sink in, the ****
You tear flesh from bone, you fill
You're satisfied but still
You hunt, you stalk, you ****
The wolf series
The Calm
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The Calm  24/M/Baltimore
(24/M/Baltimore)   
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   Fawn and Perry
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