He is there hunting food.
Doesn't matter what is found.
Kill the beast rightly bound.
For the feast and the fight.
They live longer always stronger.
She is there gathering fruit.
Pines away for bare loot.
Berries and mushrooms; ripe lush blooms.
Carefully for some are poisonous.
Only the finest for her loves.
inspired by Tess Vangroll
wrote during her history class
Great piece! I feel very primal and want to hump your leg now. All jokes aside, your piece is rich in imagery and texture. I could see and feel what you wrote.
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