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Predatory

  • Meg McKeever
  • Mar 5, 2018
  • 1 min read

You’re like the creeping frost that outlines my windows; Beautiful, tenuous, and undoubtedly cold. Statuesque limbs and broad shoulders, With words of war painted into your brow, And the faded red of revenge still dripping from your lips.

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