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After some time Ping let me out. I could tell he wanted to keep me in there longer, but he was nice and let me out. Then we all went to sleep. I woke up earlier then everyone else. I looked at Ping and smiled. Then I heard rumbling from all around me. Not a stomach this time. It stopped after a bit. I was worried to I went to go tell Ping. Then I was grabbed. " Be quiet and I won't kill you" A Pokémon said. I saw Lugia waking up at that moment. He woke up everyone else and they surrounded the Pokémon. Then I saw what it was. The Lucario the hunters were talking about. The Lucario held me above its open mouth and kept me there. " One move and I eat him" I said. Ping took at small step forwards. " Just calm down. Don't eat him." He said. " You moved." The Lucario said. It let me fall in its mouth then used Exteme Speed to get away. I had been captured. I wasn't being digested, but my fate would be way worse. I was put into slavery. One wrong move and I would be eaten. I noticed possibly every last Eevee in the world here. I had to save them all. I had to. But I was too late to say something.
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Cherished
She persuades him to lie down and be still for her
Naked in body only,
her eyes peer past the whole to the pieces.
She squeezes his breasts
Sweet, ripe little things
How they ache for her.
Curious hands become gentle fingers
Sliding up his throat
knuckles rasping against stubble
Skating across his forehead smoothing furrows.
Press gently on the delicate skin at the edges of his eyes
Follow down between the eyebrows
The straight line of his nose
Stroking soft lips that part in hungry expectancy.
She stretches his arms above his head, palms up.
Traces with spider legs down his shivering skin
Tickles the hair of his armpits
Nuzzling her
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Song of the Seasons
The girl who talked for days on end
Has collapsed around the bend
In a muddled pile
Out of the way
While her eyes sang songs of Summer,
Her heart was in Winter’s hold.
Her lips looked the red of Autumn
And her hair Spring’s spun gold.
A happy girl was she indeed
Helping everyone in need
To make them smile
And make them forget
And while her words sang songs of Summer,
Her heart was in Winter’s hold.
Her mind was well in Autumn,
But her thoughts Spring’s spun gold.
Still she left them all alone;
Finally returned back home
Where she is safe
Forevermore
Now she will forever sing songs of Summer,
Though she is Winter
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Relive
and you and i relive our joy every night without much thought about why we do it we share the details of our secret loves with one another rekindling the fire that sparked it all the glimmers the sparkle the glamour of that first interest leaves you and i hungry and i believe you and i are growing closer by these addictions and vices we feed at 3:15 am this dream exchange is going to crash one day because the money we stake on this dream talk is quite a big gamble and we, the poor and sensitive, are running out of free passes yes one day either we will consume our dreams or they will consume us.
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