Fostered Feeling’s Wood – Day 3

like heaven’s eyes
seeped’n felon fire
hoisted heats hanker
dripping damp dissolvent
feeble flesh sighs
under brutal bite

same moaning melody
punctured passion pricks
reeling rusty rhythm

her eerie eyes
monstrous mystery plied
like fire smirks

fostered feeling’s wood
burnt into nude.
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~Note~ See her only causes commotion.

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A sperm that was sown, Which for years has grown: Now, growing as a clone.

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