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running from the bulls a stampede of innocent bystanders enraged at that ruby color sweetheart red passion red blood red mixed together, one and the same, no distinction. off the cliff like lemmings scurrying subconsciously instinctually fascinated by that edge enchanted into oblivion. the praying mantis tracking her mate plotting, planning his demise a smile oozing with sweetness one moment, then the heartless attack, out to **** smacking her lips, knowing full well of his fate. all I learned I learned from you. like mother like daughter Mommy Dearest you truly are the cruelest teacher of them all.
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Apr 21, 2010
Apr 21, 2010 at 10:32 PM UTC
Mother Nature
running from the bulls a stampede of innocent bystanders enraged at that ruby color sweetheart red passion red blood red mixed together, one and the same, no distinction. off the cliff like lemmings scurrying subconsciously instinctually fascinated by that edge enchanted into oblivion. the praying mantis tracking her mate plotting, planning his demise a smile oozing with sweetness one moment, then the heartless attack, out to **** smacking her lips, knowing full well of his fate. all I learned I learned from you. like mother like daughter Mommy Dearest you truly are the cruelest teacher of them all.
2010
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helen-mckean
41/Cisgender Female
Apr 21, 2010
Apr 21, 2010 at 10:32 PM UTC
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