Clothed, In Purple and Fine Linen
Watching her black as white kitty lioness prowling amongst life's trees....
Lean is she abandoned perhaps les miserables ? Inspired by yesterday's meal
A live kill his unknowing squirrel and babies whom wait on love's, merciful plate ?
Post zombie's apocalyptic world; rushing to beat their midnight toll in poignant they
Cursed the branches void, of light ? Critical acclaim bows and ties a cannibal's dreams
His pagan's guise; dressed these robes her market's place open graves where children cry..
Your covered bridge there cross the blind ? In trails be tears their own shall find; a fool's gold.
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