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in full coat of red he postures shakin' his feathers in full view there's an air about the evening moon braising the horizon eyes burning with lust he listen closely to the wind hoping to happen upon a hint of her cure care curdling into the cuddle of command full attention not wanting to fall no love would ever last but he lasts he slits his wrist and longs she licks the bubbles filling up his wound

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Date: 6/5/2020 12:13:00 AM
Reads like some giant red feathered Macaw gone all heathen with some vampirific native. Visions of Gibsons' "Apocalypto".
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 6/5/2020 6:50:00 AM
Fits with the word "Saga", now I'm thinking The Thorn Birds, McCullough.
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Ts Poetry
Date: 6/5/2020 6:41:00 AM
A cardinal x

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