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Huntress
Put down your bow and arrow
Retract your claws
The prey don’t matter anymore
They give you no pause
Let them run around
I hear the pitter patter clacking sounds
But I have this fresh kill laying on the ground
It’s the tastiest piece of meat I’ve ever found
I’ll take it raw
I’ll take it now
Make me roar
Make me growl
I’m seduced by the sight
This ...
Saturday 31st March 2018 7:00 pm
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