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Hunt The Hunters
The horses fall over themselves to please the unpleasant bastards with whips,wind whistling around the forest as the freedom of nature is disrupted by posh accents and the clatter of hooves against the soft, sleeping ground. It has been a few hours since the birth of an innocent was celebrated,and now,hungover aristocrats hammer through the…
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The Kidnapped Prince Of Iceland
Awoken from Iceland, I sigh. Fly high, for breakfast, before staring, aimlessly, at shameless tourists. Beat up the windows, Ask me to dance. I will not dance. I’m so far away, and they push pills in me, and starve me out, to bring me closer. I lay still, where nobody can see, surrounded by tortured…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 