anxious scurry

Killed by death, killed by death, killed by death. Freedom’s just another word, anxious scurry, leaning to one side and then another, boned through the septum, green, grey, black, patterns emblazoned on milky white flesh, looking for love on the other side of the fence.

Lord Malinov, Song of Songs

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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