Alpha(betically)

July 22, 2015

A blissful creature dwells evidently,

For good,

Hoping its jealous killer's lost mind never opens portals,

Quietly, reveling sufficient treasures.

Unfortunately, vanity withers X-linked youths.

Zilch.

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