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Dragon poem

Eyes giving shivers souls leaving bodies.
Souls leaving bodies.


Blood tinted scarlet teeth
as sharp as an end of a paper clip.
That captures his prey Like a boom and a bash.

 

Tail as curved as a black
cat in a witches hut sleeping at night
with deadly spikes on his back.

 

Wings flexible on the outside
but rigid on the out.

 

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