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The Bolter

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The Bolter(2/3)

hewasacad,wantedherbad

justlikeanygoodtrophyhunter

andshelikedthewayittastes

tamingabear,makinghimcare

watchinghimjumpthenpullinghimunder

andatfirstblush,thisisfate

whenit""sallroses,portraitposes

centralparklakeintinyrowboats

whatacharmingsaturday

that""swhensheseesthelittlestleaks

downinthefloorboards

andshejustknows

shemustbolt

startedwithakiss

"oh,wemuststopmeetinglikethis"

butitalwaysendsupwithatowncarspeeding

outthedriveoneevening

endedwiththeslamofadoor

thenhe""llcallherawhore

wishhewouldn""tbesore

butasshewasleaving

itfeltlikebreathing

allherin""lives

flashedbeforehereyes

itfeelslikethetime

shefellthroughtheice


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