
My mind begins to blowMy mind begins to blow by ~killadbill
My mind begins to blow,
My savage nature begins to flow,
As eons of instinctial behaviour burts out of me,
To pursue the prize which has eluded my eyes and grasp far too long, far too often.
I fantasize, I desire, I can taste and even feel my desired trophy
As if floatig all around me, observing me watching me,
Waiting for the right moment to pounce and entrap me,
Or to escape and and observe I or some other poor soul for another day.
My query is fierce,
It has been known to bring joy or sorrow,
Oh how I desire to hang it as a trophy in my study,
Or a captive prisoner in a secluded habitat where I may choose who may or may not
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