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Poems about devouring

  • The Feast
    His fangs drip with blood, the sweetest blood to have ever touched his lips. His claws ravage her lifeless body, the skin loudly rips.
    by Dark Whispers 23 lines, 8 comments, on Apr 27 3:51 AM 2007. In pain, death, devouring, dark