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Whispered Words of the Obscure
A bite-sized selection of Bizarro...
Devoured by Love
All She Wanted
Playtime
Jon's Folly
It Sits on the Stairs
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As prey we graze, and as predators, stalk
consume all the grain, or scatter the flock
one claws my back, the other my heart
so how do we tell one another apart?
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