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How strange, innocence.

Life Solidified in a vertical world surrounded by the amphitheater of purity, erupting a traverse of disintegration anxiety - contemplate her marvel. A reverberation devises, disregarding the dangers as covered shadows patronize his soul through extrasensory and clairvoyance - a feeling of infinitude amalgamating, forcing mydriasis of heart shaped eyes erupting from the corneas. A unconfined iridescent multicoloured mountain wave range breathes.

Watch me, softly ride this black wave.

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How strange, innocence.

Life Solidified in a vertical world surrounded by the amphitheater of purity, erupting a traverse of disintegration anxiety - contemplate her marvel. A reverberation devises, disregarding the dangers as covered shadows patronize his soul through extrasensory and clairvoyance - a feeling of infinitude amalgamating, forcing mydriasis of heart shaped eyes erupting from the corneas. A unconfined iridescent multicoloured mountain wave range breathes.

Watch me, softly ride this black wave.
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Magic world of books

I like books, I like all kind of books

Whether it's fantasy, mystery or erotic novels

I love them all, I get lost in the stories the author tells

And my love for books is infinite

Each line , each verse and each words sinks me in deeper

I fall in love with the storyline and the characters

It's like i'm a part of their world, part of their journeys

And when your favourite characters die, you feel sad because you grew fond of them

In books, anything can happen

The possibilities are endless

It's where your imagination can run freely, it's where your fantasy can become a reality

It's like you are in a whole different world, it's an escape from the real world

An escape from real life

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Written by Winterreign
Magic world of books
I like books, I like all kind of books
Whether it's fantasy, mystery or erotic novels
I love them all, I get lost in the stories the author tells
And my love for books is infinite
Each line , each verse and each words sinks me in deeper
I fall in love with the storyline and the characters
It's like i'm a part of their world, part of their journeys
And when your favourite characters die, you feel sad because you grew fond of them
In books, anything can happen
The possibilities are endless
It's where your imagination can run freely, it's where your fantasy can become a reality
It's like you are in a whole different world, it's an escape from the real world
An escape from real life
#adventure  #poetry  #books 
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"A Life of Encounters" #1 "The Crash"

A regular Saturday,

Enjoying the company of family

But, my little brother goes back home today

Asking for change, but I was denied sadly

Sun shining bright,

On the road, exchanging conversation.

The weekend was such a delight,

But in an instant we reached our destination.

Saying our goodbyes,

Failing to realize, what lies ahead of us.

As rain begins to pour, hiding the cries.

Papa's a little woozy, all I can do is trust.

Swerving does disturb,

But managed to keep on the road...

Until you hit the curb

Lost for words as everything slowed

Smoke is rising,

Look to my left, Papa's asleep

Creeped through my window opening,

Flagging down help, a little pain but at peace.

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"A Life of Encounters" #1 "The Crash"
A regular Saturday,
Enjoying the company of family
But, my little brother goes back home today
Asking for change, but I was denied sadly
Sun shining bright,
On the road, exchanging conversation.
The weekend was such a delight,
But in an instant we reached our destination.
Saying our goodbyes,
Failing to realize, what lies ahead of us.
As rain begins to pour, hiding the cries.
Papa's a little woozy, all I can do is trust.
Swerving does disturb,
But managed to keep on the road...
Until you hit the curb
Lost for words as everything slowed
Smoke is rising,
Look to my left, Papa's asleep
Creeped through my window opening,
Flagging down help, a little pain but at peace.



#nonfiction  #adventure  #poetry  #spirituality  #Encounters  #IMGN  #poetryseries 
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an old spark remains

Tried to extinguish my twin flame...

But fiery hearts can't be tamed.

Repressed energies can't be pushed away.

As a whole, split the frequencies, one in the same.

Soul love is not a game.

The love experienced by us may not even be recognized by those sane?

I'm caught in the fast lane between the metaphysical and the mundane.

Forever and tomorrow are one in the same.

I'm not here to catch you or experience earthly pleasures on this plane.

Like the moon, our phases wax and wane.

Like the sun, we shine our lights at each other with nothing to gain.

Blockages and interruptions, much like the rain don't hinder the bond

but soothe each other's pain.

This, my love, is something the cosmos ordained.

Not a fling, not a fly by, an energetic force here to sustain as we maintain this twin flame reign.

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Written by brieannekt in portal Poetry & Free Verse
an old spark remains
Tried to extinguish my twin flame...
But fiery hearts can't be tamed.
Repressed energies can't be pushed away.
As a whole, split the frequencies, one in the same.
Soul love is not a game.
The love experienced by us may not even be recognized by those sane?
I'm caught in the fast lane between the metaphysical and the mundane.
Forever and tomorrow are one in the same.
I'm not here to catch you or experience earthly pleasures on this plane.
Like the moon, our phases wax and wane.
Like the sun, we shine our lights at each other with nothing to gain.
Blockages and interruptions, much like the rain don't hinder the bond
but soothe each other's pain.
This, my love, is something the cosmos ordained.
Not a fling, not a fly by, an energetic force here to sustain as we maintain this twin flame reign.
#romance  #adventure  #poetry  #spirituality  #culture 
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Sorry for not posting here and not taking part in the activities going on here. Please pardon me for that, but I'm going to have my Cambridge O level examinations this year and I have to temporarily change my priorities in order to get a scholarship (hopefully, since A level colleges are expensive☹️)

Please bear with me.

Hope to see you all soon during summer break

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Sorry for not posting here and not taking part in the activities going on here. Please pardon me for that, but I'm going to have my Cambridge O level examinations this year and I have to temporarily change my priorities in order to get a scholarship (hopefully, since A level colleges are expensive☹️)
Please bear with me.
Hope to see you all soon during summer break
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The Culling of Casimir: Prologue

    Does madness often push you beyond yourself? I do not speak of any particular mania or delusion, nothing that entails hallucinations that inspire odd, dramatic outbursts nor the subtlest of ticks. I speak of the madness of living. How living will kill us, should we not consider certain events with a solemnity, or how we will be our own end, if we do not learn to laugh at the absurdity of its duality. Is every moment deserving of gratitude, or are they often too rife with suffering to endure happily? And yet, if mere thought allows us to convince ourselves of one or the other, then, are we fools to ever believe the latter is true? Even in squalor, life is precious. Even in luxury, can it be a burden.

    Sometimes I am driven by the utmost purpose, in which I envision precisely who I wish to be, while other times, I surrender myself to the chaos which shapes us all. Why is it that sometimes we hold onto our lives, gripping it as if it is our final hour, and other times, we may as well sigh in relief to watch it all pass in a breeze?

    I raise few answers to these questions. Just toss, flip, catch my dagger as I ponder them when I can. As life spreads out like a shuffled deck of cards, I have settled not to decide much of anything, only to make a game of it: to discover the truths that seem immutable. I do hope they are revealed as with prestidigitation, suddenly, after much confusion, and to the utter delight of my senses. As a fool, I can expect little more, only to play into the game with a multi-faced mask, beckoning the mysteries close enough so I may rear a more cunning face, in hopes of seeing reality bare, caught naked after I appeased its arrogant guise.

    “Casimir!” a voice hissed through the thick, black curtain in front of me. “The first act is nearly over. Are you ready?”

    I stamped my feet, shook my arms, adjusted my belt, and eased my dagger into its scabbard. “Relax Saron. I have done this before, you know.” All of the contraptions attached to my body clinked together as I stepped forward.

    There was a sigh, then some ruffling as she shoved aside the fabric separating us. "You're too arrogant for your own good."

    "And you worry too much for your own good."

    The throngs gave a courtesy applause for the introductory act, but it was deafening all the same. I inhaled the atmosphere of expectation, polished actions, stumbling mishaps, the smell of fresh costumes, makeup, and trepidation. There was just a sliver of vision between the foremost curtains, but it was enough to see the hundreds of spectators. Some were seated in high-arching, stone turrets, others stood just an arm from the stage. It seemed the longer I stood there, staring at them, the less lifelike everything became. An ethereal film of the surreal passed over my eyes. I needed that feeling—that nothing truly mattered, not if I was alone, not if the world was staring at me.

    “Your cue, Casimir, the applause,” Saron hummed, now behind me.

    I slipped a hand between the curtains and parted them, taking the first steps into the silvery light cast by the spotlights, wherein my shadow gasped and spread itself like a great god behind me, not to be scrutinized, but to observe all those countless eyes staring at me.

    Cheers erupted and rose to a crescendo, before silence collapsed in on them and engulfed us. 

    I fired up the mechanism that rotated the carousel masks on my head and felt the performance within my spinning guises, at long last, take its first breath. I had begun.

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The Culling of Casimir: Prologue
    Does madness often push you beyond yourself? I do not speak of any particular mania or delusion, nothing that entails hallucinations that inspire odd, dramatic outbursts nor the subtlest of ticks. I speak of the madness of living. How living will kill us, should we not consider certain events with a solemnity, or how we will be our own end, if we do not learn to laugh at the absurdity of its duality. Is every moment deserving of gratitude, or are they often too rife with suffering to endure happily? And yet, if mere thought allows us to convince ourselves of one or the other, then, are we fools to ever believe the latter is true? Even in squalor, life is precious. Even in luxury, can it be a burden.
    Sometimes I am driven by the utmost purpose, in which I envision precisely who I wish to be, while other times, I surrender myself to the chaos which shapes us all. Why is it that sometimes we hold onto our lives, gripping it as if it is our final hour, and other times, we may as well sigh in relief to watch it all pass in a breeze?
    I raise few answers to these questions. Just toss, flip, catch my dagger as I ponder them when I can. As life spreads out like a shuffled deck of cards, I have settled not to decide much of anything, only to make a game of it: to discover the truths that seem immutable. I do hope they are revealed as with prestidigitation, suddenly, after much confusion, and to the utter delight of my senses. As a fool, I can expect little more, only to play into the game with a multi-faced mask, beckoning the mysteries close enough so I may rear a more cunning face, in hopes of seeing reality bare, caught naked after I appeased its arrogant guise.
    “Casimir!” a voice hissed through the thick, black curtain in front of me. “The first act is nearly over. Are you ready?”
    I stamped my feet, shook my arms, adjusted my belt, and eased my dagger into its scabbard. “Relax Saron. I have done this before, you know.” All of the contraptions attached to my body clinked together as I stepped forward.
    There was a sigh, then some ruffling as she shoved aside the fabric separating us. "You're too arrogant for your own good."
    "And you worry too much for your own good."
    The throngs gave a courtesy applause for the introductory act, but it was deafening all the same. I inhaled the atmosphere of expectation, polished actions, stumbling mishaps, the smell of fresh costumes, makeup, and trepidation. There was just a sliver of vision between the foremost curtains, but it was enough to see the hundreds of spectators. Some were seated in high-arching, stone turrets, others stood just an arm from the stage. It seemed the longer I stood there, staring at them, the less lifelike everything became. An ethereal film of the surreal passed over my eyes. I needed that feeling—that nothing truly mattered, not if I was alone, not if the world was staring at me.
    “Your cue, Casimir, the applause,” Saron hummed, now behind me.
    I slipped a hand between the curtains and parted them, taking the first steps into the silvery light cast by the spotlights, wherein my shadow gasped and spread itself like a great god behind me, not to be scrutinized, but to observe all those countless eyes staring at me.
    Cheers erupted and rose to a crescendo, before silence collapsed in on them and engulfed us. 
    I fired up the mechanism that rotated the carousel masks on my head and felt the performance within my spinning guises, at long last, take its first breath. I had begun.
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River Muse

Racing, flowing, knowing which way to go

Rippling, shifting, always onward though

Shaping, pushing, a driving force along

Present, impending, a relentless song

Standing, observing, receiving light from the sun

Waving, staying, rooted for impression

Awe-inspiring, budding, fragrance exudes

Planted, unmoving, bearing all, fragile and nude

Sitting, wandering, writing fluent prose

Dreaming, wishing, ready to expose

Breathing, thinking, creating endless good

Alert and manifesting destiny, just as a queen should.

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River Muse
Racing, flowing, knowing which way to go
Rippling, shifting, always onward though
Shaping, pushing, a driving force along
Present, impending, a relentless song

Standing, observing, receiving light from the sun
Waving, staying, rooted for impression
Awe-inspiring, budding, fragrance exudes
Planted, unmoving, bearing all, fragile and nude

Sitting, wandering, writing fluent prose
Dreaming, wishing, ready to expose
Breathing, thinking, creating endless good
Alert and manifesting destiny, just as a queen should.
#adventure  #poetry  #nature  #landscape  #observe 
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Harry Situation Reviews: For Honor

So over the weekend I stopped by the nearest redbox so I could have something that distracts me from studying for my geophysics exam. The first item I rented was the Oscar nominated film Arrival, and the second item I was going to rent was Resident Evil 7, but my short attention span directed my focus to another the new game titled For Honor, an action adventure fighting game about knights, vikings, and samurais battling each other and was developed by Ubisoft (Assassin's Creed series). So I rented that and played that over the weekend. 

What? You wanted me to review Resident Evil 7? Too bad. Write your own review about it.

As mentioned For Honor is Ubisoft's newest game about three factions battle it out on a fictional landscape to determine who is the superior warrior. The three factions you can play as are The Chosen (Samurai), The Warborn (Vikings), and The Legion (Knights) to which will lead into another debate of who is better like Pokemon GO's Team Instinct, Team Mystic, and Team Valor (BTW, Instinct rules! :P). Each faction has four different class types all with unique armors, weapons, and abilities. And that's my first positive, each class has their own distinctive methods of combat and their own variety of weapons to use. The class I enjoyed playing the most is the peacekeeper from the Knight's faction. I love how she uses two swords in combat and I love her overall look.

Another big positive is the customization. You first start off designing your emblem to whatever way you see fit. Next, once you progress through the game you can unlock new custom gear such as armor and weapon upgrades. My peacekeeper never looked more badass!

The biggest element for this game is that it serves as a multiplayer experience, and how does that hold up? Honestly it works pretty well... WHEN IT FUCKING WANTS TO! The biggest problem I had experience was that most of the times I tried playing I always got some kind of server error, which would boot me back to the main menu. I think this is partially due to my router but still this is ridiculous. But the times when I can actually play, it is basically battle royale at its finest. You can settle for single 1v1, 2v2, or 4v4 combat in Brawl and Deathmatch modes. The best mode, however, is Dominion where you and three others can slaughter hundreds of small AI soldiers while battling against other players at the same time.

The controls take a while just to get used to. Basically for combat (since I'm using an XBOX controller for this) to attack you have to move your right analogue stick to the direction to want to attack then use RB for light attacks and RT for heavy attacks. To block, you have to move the analogue stick in the direction where your opponent is going to attack. It's basic trial and error but once you got it down you'll be the ultimate conqueror. But I guess if you really want to win, just do what everybody does and just start mashing buttons like crazy until your opponent drops dead.

In the graphics department the game looks really good. A lot of detail to the settings and warriors. I like how the seasons change within the maps, and there is also day and night cycles.

I bet there are some that are wondering if there is a single player campaign to this game. Well I can reassure you that there is, but it's not worth it. The campaign is just a long tutorial for all classes and the plot behind it all makes no sense. You can honestly skip it and just go for the online modes, which was probably Ubisoft's plan from the start.

Overall while the game is clunky at times it is actually really fun to play. It was really cool to be able to play as these historic warriors and just fight other people online. As someone who doesn't usually play online games, this is one exception. I'd say give it a try.

For battle... for glory... for the GRADING SCALE!!!!!! CHAAAARGGE!!!!

                         Positives:                                       Negatives:

                        -Competitive multiplayer              -Bland campaign

                        -Customization                             -Constant server errors

                        -Distinct classes                             -Controls are off at times

                        -Cool execution moves

                        -Stunning graphics

Final Grade: C+

So there's my review of For Honor. Have you played this game yet? What are your thoughts? What would you like to be: a knight, a viking, or a samurai? Please be kind leave a like and comment, and check back for more reviews on Prose as I get closer to my 100th review!

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Harry Situation Reviews: For Honor
So over the weekend I stopped by the nearest redbox so I could have something that distracts me from studying for my geophysics exam. The first item I rented was the Oscar nominated film Arrival, and the second item I was going to rent was Resident Evil 7, but my short attention span directed my focus to another the new game titled For Honor, an action adventure fighting game about knights, vikings, and samurais battling each other and was developed by Ubisoft (Assassin's Creed series). So I rented that and played that over the weekend. 

What? You wanted me to review Resident Evil 7? Too bad. Write your own review about it.

As mentioned For Honor is Ubisoft's newest game about three factions battle it out on a fictional landscape to determine who is the superior warrior. The three factions you can play as are The Chosen (Samurai), The Warborn (Vikings), and The Legion (Knights) to which will lead into another debate of who is better like Pokemon GO's Team Instinct, Team Mystic, and Team Valor (BTW, Instinct rules! :P). Each faction has four different class types all with unique armors, weapons, and abilities. And that's my first positive, each class has their own distinctive methods of combat and their own variety of weapons to use. The class I enjoyed playing the most is the peacekeeper from the Knight's faction. I love how she uses two swords in combat and I love her overall look.

Another big positive is the customization. You first start off designing your emblem to whatever way you see fit. Next, once you progress through the game you can unlock new custom gear such as armor and weapon upgrades. My peacekeeper never looked more badass!

The biggest element for this game is that it serves as a multiplayer experience, and how does that hold up? Honestly it works pretty well... WHEN IT FUCKING WANTS TO! The biggest problem I had experience was that most of the times I tried playing I always got some kind of server error, which would boot me back to the main menu. I think this is partially due to my router but still this is ridiculous. But the times when I can actually play, it is basically battle royale at its finest. You can settle for single 1v1, 2v2, or 4v4 combat in Brawl and Deathmatch modes. The best mode, however, is Dominion where you and three others can slaughter hundreds of small AI soldiers while battling against other players at the same time.

The controls take a while just to get used to. Basically for combat (since I'm using an XBOX controller for this) to attack you have to move your right analogue stick to the direction to want to attack then use RB for light attacks and RT for heavy attacks. To block, you have to move the analogue stick in the direction where your opponent is going to attack. It's basic trial and error but once you got it down you'll be the ultimate conqueror. But I guess if you really want to win, just do what everybody does and just start mashing buttons like crazy until your opponent drops dead.

In the graphics department the game looks really good. A lot of detail to the settings and warriors. I like how the seasons change within the maps, and there is also day and night cycles.

I bet there are some that are wondering if there is a single player campaign to this game. Well I can reassure you that there is, but it's not worth it. The campaign is just a long tutorial for all classes and the plot behind it all makes no sense. You can honestly skip it and just go for the online modes, which was probably Ubisoft's plan from the start.

Overall while the game is clunky at times it is actually really fun to play. It was really cool to be able to play as these historic warriors and just fight other people online. As someone who doesn't usually play online games, this is one exception. I'd say give it a try.

For battle... for glory... for the GRADING SCALE!!!!!! CHAAAARGGE!!!!

                         Positives:                                       Negatives:
                        -Competitive multiplayer              -Bland campaign
                        -Customization                             -Constant server errors
                        -Distinct classes                             -Controls are off at times
                        -Cool execution moves
                        -Stunning graphics

Final Grade: C+

So there's my review of For Honor. Have you played this game yet? What are your thoughts? What would you like to be: a knight, a viking, or a samurai? Please be kind leave a like and comment, and check back for more reviews on Prose as I get closer to my 100th review!
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What Had Happened To me

I Had Never Been to a Séance Before.

Strange Things

Were Going On In This House.

I Had to Admit

If Any Place Had a Right to Be Haunted

It Was This One.

They Said the Foundations Were Pre Roman,

Old as the Stones,

the Story Goes.

Dreams of the Screams,

Those That Died Here by Flame, Plague, & Torture;

Haunt my Sleep.

The Dark Man,

All Ways In the Back;

All Ways.

Like Puppets In a Play

& He Holding the Strings.

They Started to Weave

These Dreams

Into my Waking World.

I Had to Get Some Sleep,

Some Release.

So I Took It Up With the Proprietor,

the Count;

a Family Friend.

His Haunted Hollow Eyes

Saying Much More to me

Than we Shall See

What This Meet Brings.

It Was I,

the Count & Two Gentlemen.

One a Learned Doctor of Court,

No Stranger to the Bizarre,

The Other a Professor of History

& the Occult Sciences;

He Would Be Leading Us

Through This Strange Ceremony.

No Sooner Had we Began our Introductions

Over Brandy & Cigars,

Then a Manifestation Became Evident.

A Globe of Brilliant Light

to Turn the Night to Day

& Say your Payment Is Due,

Entered the Room.

The Count Pointed to me

& Said you May Have Him.

For 13 Months

I Know Not What I Do,

Till They Pulled me From the River;

Ran Through.

6 Months In a Hospital Half the World a Way,

Tomorrow Is the Day;

the Count Explains.

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Last Son

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What Had Happened To me
I Had Never Been to a Séance Before.
Strange Things
Were Going On In This House.
I Had to Admit
If Any Place Had a Right to Be Haunted
It Was This One.
They Said the Foundations Were Pre Roman,
Old as the Stones,
the Story Goes.
Dreams of the Screams,
Those That Died Here by Flame, Plague, & Torture;
Haunt my Sleep.
The Dark Man,
All Ways In the Back;
All Ways.
Like Puppets In a Play
& He Holding the Strings.
They Started to Weave
These Dreams
Into my Waking World.
I Had to Get Some Sleep,
Some Release.
So I Took It Up With the Proprietor,
the Count;
a Family Friend.
His Haunted Hollow Eyes
Saying Much More to me
Than we Shall See
What This Meet Brings.
It Was I,
the Count & Two Gentlemen.
One a Learned Doctor of Court,
No Stranger to the Bizarre,
The Other a Professor of History
& the Occult Sciences;
He Would Be Leading Us
Through This Strange Ceremony.
No Sooner Had we Began our Introductions
Over Brandy & Cigars,
Then a Manifestation Became Evident.
A Globe of Brilliant Light
to Turn the Night to Day
& Say your Payment Is Due,
Entered the Room.
The Count Pointed to me
& Said you May Have Him.
For 13 Months
I Know Not What I Do,
Till They Pulled me From the River;
Ran Through.
6 Months In a Hospital Half the World a Way,
Tomorrow Is the Day;
the Count Explains.


Taken From
the Private
Journals
of #B27321
Last Son
of a
Fallen Line
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Written by brieannekt in portal Fiction

Ghetto Hood Fox

A fox roams in the woodlands, looking for prey.

He'll know exactly what to say,

When she walks his way.

Little does she know, he's a playa and been all over the map.

The trusting girl loves him anyway.

Grandma told her to stay away from wolves, who knew she'd fall for this stray?

Sly foxes are never sly until they've worked over their game (victim).

She was Just something to eat for the night.

Damn though she thought, he was her "knight." She never put up a fight.

His silky sheer sheath and Opulent dark eyes.

He popped all of her balloons with his bare teeth.

A snarky ploy, he finally showed her his fangs.

Forever gone, into the dark night, he's out of sight.

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Written by brieannekt in portal Fiction
Ghetto Hood Fox
A fox roams in the woodlands, looking for prey.
He'll know exactly what to say,
When she walks his way.
Little does she know, he's a playa and been all over the map.
The trusting girl loves him anyway.
Grandma told her to stay away from wolves, who knew she'd fall for this stray?
Sly foxes are never sly until they've worked over their game (victim).
She was Just something to eat for the night.
Damn though she thought, he was her "knight." She never put up a fight.
His silky sheer sheath and Opulent dark eyes.
He popped all of her balloons with his bare teeth.
A snarky ploy, he finally showed her his fangs.
Forever gone, into the dark night, he's out of sight.

#fiction  #romance  #adventure  #culture 
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