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Hunting knife strapped to her ankle

Across her shoulders

Mystic bow and arrow

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If you betray her

Believe me !

She don't write no pathetic

Teary poem about it

And post it to strangers !


//


( she would just realize she made a mistake in trusting you

And move on )

HER LIFE IS REAL

//

We meet at midnight in the hills

//

We exchange any wisdom gathered

In our attempt to produce

Strong children to face tomorrow

//

Clad in furs and antler horns

( or so it seems on the poetic level )


Quite ordinary really

Except for the REAL FIRE

In her eyes of love


//


She has not become stupid like most if us


She doesn't play games with love

Or emotions

Or

The fear of being needy

//

love ?


•

Well sure

//


Why not ?

silence at night
where my heart keeps wondering
thinking about the possibilities
wanting to let everything out
but as I tried
making the sound
that can only be heard by me
and as I opened my mouth
the only sound that I heard
was myself screaming inside
and it made me wonder
why can't I let it out
the thoughts that keeps on running through my mind