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Nov 03, 2009
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Blood pools
A chill worked under his collar.
Eyes leveled,
but he never saw her.
Hold, wait.
No time to holler.
Like a cat she launches in a snap.
Slaughtering man,
in this nights trap.
Filet him open,
use his own strap.
Lost now within blood lust.
Unable to comprehend the just.
Compelled,
yet beyond.
She must.
Deep she sinks her fangs and claws.
Bend him,
shape him,
f**k the laws.
Rage released from a bitch’s paws.
Pools of his blood ripple red.
She backs away from deaths bed.
Nothing now left,
for the demon has fed.
— DawningDaytripper, Nov 03, 2009
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Geezer
16 years 7 months ago
Bloody Pools!
DawningDaytripper
16 years 7 months ago
Thanks Gee, I am almost
Geezer
16 years 7 months ago
Blood Pools...
DawningDaytripper
16 years 7 months ago
Bitch, Fucking bitch, stupid
Geezer
16 years 7 months ago
Learning by doing...
Seren
16 years 7 months ago
Dearest Julie
weirdelf-test
16 years 6 months ago
DD this is fucking awesome!
DawningDaytripper
16 years 5 months ago
Thanks Meow, And I am Mom.