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When we first talked I remember his look.       He saw right through me
 And that’s what he took
 Smells thick, heavy like mulch beneath 
 I knew then 
This is Fearless hunting the lamb
 And there it all began
 Jump without looking into the depths
 Run into his arms 
 Into his story
 His dream 
 His land
 Ocean rising and pulling from the shores Up in the clouds, filling the air
 Fueling the eye that would not spare
   Destroyed sobs heard the silent screams of despair
 And it was then he did not care.
 He stood, tall and proud and I the glare
The ghost chewed eaten discarded 
 Stalked, chased and charmed; capture a beauty for his arm,
 Release and dangle close for treats
 This lasted for months and weeks
 The tune never changed
 The hum jolting up right
 The beast no longer hungry 
As he’d been fed
 Stuffed like a coward on his king like bed,
who else knew these sheets, lies, loves in lust.
 Eats for two, awaiting the fight, his song loud like the ego he bore
 Until I faded
 A glare…No more.
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Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 12:00 AM UTC
Kidnapped.
When we first talked I remember his look.       He saw right through me
 And that’s what he took
 Smells thick, heavy like mulch beneath 
 I knew then 
This is Fearless hunting the lamb
 And there it all began
 Jump without looking into the depths
 Run into his arms 
 Into his story
 His dream 
 His land
 Ocean rising and pulling from the shores Up in the clouds, filling the air
 Fueling the eye that would not spare
   Destroyed sobs heard the silent screams of despair
 And it was then he did not care.
 He stood, tall and proud and I the glare
The ghost chewed eaten discarded 
 Stalked, chased and charmed; capture a beauty for his arm,
 Release and dangle close for treats
 This lasted for months and weeks
 The tune never changed
 The hum jolting up right
 The beast no longer hungry 
As he’d been fed
 Stuffed like a coward on his king like bed,
who else knew these sheets, lies, loves in lust.
 Eats for two, awaiting the fight, his song loud like the ego he bore
 Until I faded
 A glare…No more.
angela-5
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Sep 27, 2017
Sep 27, 2017 at 12:00 AM UTC
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