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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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I Asked For A Sign and I Got It
Foxes yell the future into the silence of a starless night, and I listen, with trembling lips, so suggestible to your own. The honey flows from the sky, like acid rain, destroying the old earth, so something new can flower and bloom where my past used to pasture. I can feel your fingertips on my…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 