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Effortlessly winging on invisible thermals high above prey below the raptor's natural dominion steely talons stab the surprised heart taking rightful sustenance mundane predator nicotine stained talons among his prey innocuous invisible rents in the fabric of earthly interaction grooming grabbing stealing innocent mouse lives feline precision stunning his prey sustaining breathing game players with chipped hearts clipped tails tight lipped quiet mousy boys in the shadow of the predator's earthy thermals invisible safety assured with the stolen mouse voice in his pant pocket stinking gasoline,oil, greasy chicken twitching mouse nose knows what his sedated heart fears shedding dry invisible tears he comes back again and again summoned by a window signal until he returns on legs of betrayal seeking touch and predator love unconscious on broken knees on the smelly tool shed floor eyes up mouth open viewing his depreciated soul as merchandise in the cheap toy section of woolworth's five and dime eyes closed now ...and WALTER was his name-o
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Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 11:10 AM UTC
Predators
Effortlessly winging on invisible thermals high above prey below the raptor's natural dominion steely talons stab the surprised heart taking rightful sustenance mundane predator nicotine stained talons among his prey innocuous invisible rents in the fabric of earthly interaction grooming grabbing stealing innocent mouse lives feline precision stunning his prey sustaining breathing game players with chipped hearts clipped tails tight lipped quiet mousy boys in the shadow of the predator's earthy thermals invisible safety assured with the stolen mouse voice in his pant pocket stinking gasoline,oil, greasy chicken twitching mouse nose knows what his sedated heart fears shedding dry invisible tears he comes back again and again summoned by a window signal until he returns on legs of betrayal seeking touch and predator love unconscious on broken knees on the smelly tool shed floor eyes up mouth open viewing his depreciated soul as merchandise in the cheap toy section of woolworth's five and dime eyes closed now ...and WALTER was his name-o
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Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 11:10 AM UTC
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