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Last Chance #9

Caressed through bars, plastic whispers awakened the beast
Bathing in repelling dust, setting a border to who really loves me not
Hairs on shoulders turned nervous, thick, electric
Barbwired shoulders, allergic to unreasonable lust
‘Can’t Touch This’ was engraved with unused, unguarded nails
Grew too long, too strong, a mutual urge
To survive, in order, by order of nature
Prey turned predator and ceased to pray
Swelling smiles, a night wolf recognizes the difference
Last chance to live, vampires’ narrative
Reptilian behavior, human’s last corner
Adrenaline spilled like cold coffee in a prestigious Berliner zoo
Everyone’s happy hour, caffeine flatters
Depression defrosts through action turns fire
Everyone scatters
Innocence loss
“The rhythm is expensive”
A passing skeleton-like-soul-less hyena laughed and gave me a respectful bite in the Achilles Heel, just so I would crawl slower and turn dessert in the rush hour of nature’s demands.
But how, how did he pussyfoot out the cage?
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*2021 souls are overweighted, and the price to live is scaling indefectibly.
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