The first time I saw you my face lit up like
a feral woman incarcerated in concrete who found the maverick flow of the ocean.
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They say women run with wolves;
I’m a little more feline,
all feral eyes and lone huntress…
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"My mother is the strongest human I know and her blood runs through my veins. It pumps through my veins, hot as the lava that spills forth in Hell. She is formidable and she is in ...me. Always. This is at once both frightening and liberating. I know no other love like this - it is all consuming, feral, exhilarating wild. She says, one day I will meet my match. I asked her, who will that be? She responded, You will know. I wonder. Will it be my lover, or my child?"
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"My mother is the strongest human I know and her blood runs through my veins. It pumps through my veins, hot as the lava that spills forth in Hell. She is formidable and she is in ...me. Always. This is at once both frightening and liberating. I know no other love like this - it is all consuming, feral, exhilarating wild. She says, one day I will meet my match. I asked her, who will that be? She responded, You will know. I wonder. Will it be my lover, or my child?"
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