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Enots....I Loved your....
Enots....I Loved Your....
Touch.
I've seen your eyes.
Steely...... a deliverer, of death.
You run with the pack!
Because,
we're all the same...... and,
we recognise it .
It's a scent.....
only, those..... who are....
can
Smell.
Giajl © Jim Love
