A poetic portrait
She bears her teeth while she smiles like a passive aggressive hyena, ready to pounce any second but choosing not to out of the goodness of her heart.
Gripped by the scruff, teeth still beared, she is pulled away in the nick of time before she snatches the man by his jugular and rips it from him.
"Poor puppy has a temper"
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ꕥ 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔖𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 ℭ𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔢𝔯𝔰 ℑ 𝔒𝔠𝔠𝔲𝔭𝔶 ꕥ
Poésiethis is just gonna be a book of poems I use to trauma dump lmao I probably won't update much but yh
