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Predatory natures, illicit predatory things prowling for dinner, ready with claws to spring Blood the taste of iron, running down the chin a sating of the need, eating flesh, bone, and skin Who can gauge, the dreams of greater beasts what they search and find, and ultimately feast Running through the verdant fields of grass no cares, desires, or needs looking down the road to where the hunger leads
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Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 8:08 AM UTC
Predatory Dreams
Predatory natures, illicit predatory things prowling for dinner, ready with claws to spring Blood the taste of iron, running down the chin a sating of the need, eating flesh, bone, and skin Who can gauge, the dreams of greater beasts what they search and find, and ultimately feast Running through the verdant fields of grass no cares, desires, or needs looking down the road to where the hunger leads
Would love to be a bear, Grizzly ;D
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Jan 9, 2017
Jan 9, 2017 at 8:08 AM UTC
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