Best Briskly Poems

Yet is not too far
Till I hold
The Form--
The last drop 
Of Fancy
Thee, like living 
Scarlet -- 
Your face!...

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The hungry wolf inspected the fallen hiker,
the injured man couldn’t move,
his eyes closed as his mind tried to soothe,
not realizing he was being watched
with what looked like blood thirsty anticipation,
the hungry wolf was full of concentration,
he could feel a meal,
driven by a carnal sensation,
the injured...

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