Snatch Hunt

I’m trying to seek you out.

I’m ready to kidnap you.

Devour your last breadth.

Steal your last pulse.

I’m on the hunt.

I’m on the hunt for new snatch.

Got some snatch I can snack on?

 

 

© 2007 David Greg Harth

07.01.08.11:48:11@205HudsonNYC

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