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beast, you are. What will become of me? You devour my chest, a beat slithers down your throat. ***** black-painted nails grabbed at your fur, smooth as the silk of a widow’s nightgown, yet now they rest among an internal ***** The moon smirks. She’s proud. Her disciple is showing his scripture through action.
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Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
Grey Savage
beast, you are. What will become of me? You devour my chest, a beat slithers down your throat. ***** black-painted nails grabbed at your fur, smooth as the silk of a widow’s nightgown, yet now they rest among an internal ***** The moon smirks. She’s proud. Her disciple is showing his scripture through action.
beast gray grey savage widow silk metaphor ***** body heart wolf wild religious moon fur
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Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
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