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Originally Posted by Luna

You drunk, bro?

Originally Posted by Scumhook

tall texan luna
our bird with a wounded claw
nestled in and watching for the moment
the moment to strike

tactical becomes strategic when our girl's at the helm
the count descends ever downwards
the gaze of the owl is remorseless
fixated upon the goal
remoseless...

Originally Posted by Scumhook

The owl slumbers
Recharging her strength for the day to come
Focused on the goal
The goal

Originally Posted by Scumhook

lunie, sweet lunie; you mystical girl
silence, your watchword
and wankers you hurl

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