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He approached a broken prey.
Letting her lick feed off his palm.
He fixated at tranquil eyes, illuminated in dry tears.
Dressing her wounds with cloth and bandage.
He smiled then whispered.
Trust in me and I will free your legs.
She gladly followed to his nest.
Where the trap was ready and her cage was set.
- by WereSquishy |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/24/2009 |
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- Title: Pretty Things
- Artist: WereSquishy
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- Date: 03/24/2009
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Comments (4 Comments)
- i_love_vampys - 07/28/2009
- wow i liked it nice job keep up the good work!!
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- summer1412 - 05/13/2009
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..."It needs more rhyming"?
Seriously, dude...bugger off. - Report As Spam
- ChibiGinie - 05/08/2009
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I like it so much.......
cool. - Report As Spam
- Max Stryker - 03/29/2009
- I feel the essence of this poem but it needs more rhyming. No hard feelings k?
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