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Widow on the tree

Affliction of the beast.Cast stale winds in the night.Silk,a beautiful entrapment of the soul,and no creature nor fowl inhabits her existence. Troubled, sets the dust that trembles at her feet. She's dangling as she creeps, in the hour of moonlight.Struggling, she knows deceit. Widow on the tree.

Surrounded, in the act of her feed. She knows no boundaries. Powerless,impregnated with the...
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lanei:
no problem. thank u=)
gufina:
Thx for your request!!!