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Jun 11
His eyes are piercing as a Hazel Wolf
I want him to take me as a piece of meat
The slumber of times seen around
Knows its inevitable I’d be seen only
Taken only lost in love
I’m not hand maiden
The summer comes too hot
To where it’s not cold it’s not
For nights I feel congested and seized
I wish choked by dear love
To ease not away
By the grips of his claws
But gently clipped at the tips
Of his paws
For this to me the sweetest thee
I call the wild a mercy ****
And by whom to let go
By power and will
No longer haunted nor hunted
By dumb foes to spill
To bathe in their blood
The meanest of ***
The meatiest and purest
Upon God who let I know this
Not damnation but graduation
Our love a furriest fury of fire
Condensation
A burning love desire
No one knows
What time and told
My dearest wolf
Attacked them bold
Nickolas J McKee
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Nickolas J McKee  30/M/Wherever
(30/M/Wherever)   
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   Jeremy Betts
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