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She looked at me the way an owl looks at her prey, and I wondered "Am I going to be her dinner, or her bedmate?" And as the night drew on, and I grew more tangled in her skein, the answer became clear: I was both. Her prey, and her firstmate. |
Copyright ©2009 Ashi Shadow
-5/7/09
Written just thinking about the style of the poems in "Endless Poetry" poem generator.