The Mantis. Four orisons, Sifu. A touch too far to contact prey. Marble eyes of green gaze unknowably guiding razored fists flying forth for thirst and clicking clamour. From triangle head to pea-pod body, this fighter might take a flick and flounder from forest to orchid and, ever hungered, feast in communion, in imploration, insatiable.
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Thanks for visiting me so I could find you!!
I’ll look forward to more of your posts.
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