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Jul 2019
He called her Holy,
untouched,
but in the way that
a wolf would call out
its prey's name.

He howled it;
before
devouring
her.
I have such a temptation to call this "You know who the ******* are."
Serendipity
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Serendipity  21/Alive
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   Fawn, Perry, S Olson, ---, --- and 1 other
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