if love was just an animal.
My eagles breath began dancing,
in the puddles of your rain.
a microscopic tendency,
the *prey begins to Prey.
In romantic hotel hallways,
the creatures come alive.
Like a kings misfortune,
it wont arrive until he dies.
In revelry and energy,
the spirits become connected,
a single straying guided missile
has always interjected.
so once you howl and feather...
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