The Hunters Gathering
They gave me something I couldn’t find forever mine now dipped in brine *** end of cynicism cattle call callous catfight calling spitfire baby come on light my fire death to us part let’s gather our remorse throw it into the timber yard let it rust along with my other trophies of lust desire grief biding my time spits on her fits before injecting it ravenous like the eagle eye she has for this trade of grub watch the seaweed drown her mourners daydream saliva salty on the wasp love is taken here gone is the one who became lost in the hunters gathering.
Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 2:43 PM UTC
The Hunters Gathering
They gave me something I couldn’t find forever mine now dipped in brine *** end of cynicism cattle call callous catfight calling spitfire baby come on light my fire death to us part let’s gather our remorse throw it into the timber yard let it rust along with my other trophies of lust desire grief biding my time spits on her fits before injecting it ravenous like the eagle eye she has for this trade of grub watch the seaweed drown her mourners daydream saliva salty on the wasp love is taken here gone is the one who became lost in the hunters gathering.
About the lonlines that comes with being alone
Written by
36/Cisgender Female/Melbourne Australia
Nov 26, 2020
Nov 26, 2020 at 2:43 PM UTC
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