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Asleep (6 ratings) by Belle Boyd
Is it breathing?
It looks as though it has a mouth.
A wide gaping hole the whole way through,
And scales,
Everywhere,
White and blue melting together to create a complex pattern.
A purple belt constricting it's breathing and clashing with its scales.
Battle scars scattered up and down its roled body.
No movement.
I s'pose its gone into hybernation.
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