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Meat Boomerang

Slinging boomerangs from a faraway crag. Over ocean, mountain and the tundra of living. Slicing chests of the wayward and vulnerable. Seeding souls with fear of the greatest alone. Circling back to grasp the palm of the slingers. Wearing the red meat from the heart of dreamers.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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