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Gnash

I eased in bed, she began to fed, I felt warm melons, she started growing talons, as I soothed on cherries, she made me wary, it was her teeth, that had gnashed, and sunk in a hungry crash, I diengaged and made a dash.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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