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A twisted game of thoughts and words - a spoil of broken dreams, The certain uncertainty sure to come of impulses bursting all seams. Watching intently with growing lust - taunting intentionally with fire, a seductive play of raging will - stroking the beast of desire. Caged she is - but scopes the same - though hunter she may be all wrong, and the prey that she secretly hunts is hunting her all along.
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Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 8:56 PM UTC
The Hunt
A twisted game of thoughts and words - a spoil of broken dreams, The certain uncertainty sure to come of impulses bursting all seams. Watching intently with growing lust - taunting intentionally with fire, a seductive play of raging will - stroking the beast of desire. Caged she is - but scopes the same - though hunter she may be all wrong, and the prey that she secretly hunts is hunting her all along.
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Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 8:56 PM UTC
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