Golden Blood

A magnificent looking red gazelle met a black bad wolf

“I want to be your friend,” says the red gazelle.

The black bad wolf grins and replies,Β “cometh winter I shall lick your bones cold dry.”

Instincts betrays no one
Shadows of the accuser

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  1. Short but straight for the gory finish line. I have enjoyed many of your poems, I have nominated you for THE BEST MOMENT AWARD

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