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#ambush
the shark ambush the corrupt crux of a handmade answer the waters that fill with scarlet blood animals that thrash with hearts in their jaws the deep gulp taken before the submersion   the ultimate fear plastered on grim faces pointy teeth shredding silky skin bleeding guts the rush of control must overpower such a creature
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Jan 12, 2023
Jan 12, 2023 at 8:36 PM UTC
shark
Thirty by Michael R. Burch Thirty crept upon me slowly with feline caution and a slowly-twitching tail; she waited three decades for the winds to shift; now, claws unsheathed, she lies ready to assail her defenseless prey. Keywords/Tags: thirty, age, aging, maturity, time, creep, creeping, ambush, feline, predator
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Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 11:51 PM UTC
Thirty
Distress calls are a Venus flytrap Don’t come flying to the rescue Or your wings will be Its 4 o’clock snack Can’t seem to shut its flap Ever hungry for more Always empty at the core Traveler beware; Heed not that mayday; Move on and pay no care!
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Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 5:02 AM UTC
To The Rescue
... ... ...                                                                           you never saw me finding comfort in liqueur nicotine and your empty promises                                                                           a walking hurricane vengeance and fury my niche love was weakness                                                                            the things brewing under ruthless sphere's of words piercing you                                                                            like a crack of lightning never knew you feared thunder my pretense                                                                            till my skies turned grey                                                                            a color you created                                                                            i became the storm                                                                            your fears                                                                            your torrent of bad dreams
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Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 2:52 AM UTC
Ambushed
... ... ...                                                                           you never saw me finding comfort in liqueur nicotine and your empty promises                                                                           a walking hurricane vengeance and fury my niche love was weakness                                                                            the things brewing under ruthless sphere's of words piercing you                                                                            like a crack of lightning never knew you feared thunder my pretense                                                                            till my skies turned grey                                                                            a color you created                                                                            i became the storm                                                                            your fears                                                                            your torrent of bad dreams
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