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(see) how you cry-out


his truth is not
convoluted
he has his purpose
for which you
are suited.

fear is far better,
tastier,
when its concentrated.

p-pah-pah-power...

sh-sh-shivers traveling up
the slippering of cooled skin
maybe its best to notify your next
of kin...

he's not a Shaman
supping on your sufferings
and memorizing all their
patternings
see how see how
he's in the distance

now, closing in...

s-suh-suh-sighing
aaahhh-his jaw sinks deeply in.

sweet sweat of fear provokes,
provides
bright shiny vit-a-mins
for the high high priest.

he suckles them in before
the orange sun rises
beckoning from
the East.

p-pah-pah-power
gah-gah-grinding a-tween his
t-tee-tee-teethy-teeth.

so sharply sythe-serrated
supah-dupah-extra-sensory-pro-rated
squealing-screaming as you are
fah-fah-feeling his

p-pah-pah-power.



Copyright October 24, 2013
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Melissa A Howells
Meloo straight from her Tilt-a-World
Hot Damn Its Nearly Halloween





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