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Just a short poem based on a short story I am currently editing. Hope you enjoy!
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Horror - Words: 84 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 1 - Published: 11-29-12 - id: 3078701
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Each passing day leaves me in fear
That which I killed in the dark was never found
I never saw it but knew its hands around my neck
With such a large rock
One should have thought anything to die
Purple horizons I now face
Bare trees void of life or leaf
Every snapping branch leaves me breathless
By candle every night I stand ready
Ready for that which I thought I killed
For I know its mind
And it calls for my blood
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