raptor
fasting's made you sharp
senses tidied up
when you swoop without regard
to unfriendly ground
thickened blood
the life that you hunt
the smell keeps you awake
wide above the plain
by an untold spell
you soar
a falcon a hawk
Driver’s Licence I’ll drive you to the Moomin Valley, let’s celebrate. Got a red car from my grand uncle, l’ll drive sin...
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