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A horror I know A loss of breath time three Cruelty burned through the barrels To end ways of torture and pain In both the prey and hunter Spirits dance and wale To warn me of my past For I knew the prey As we have crossed paths When our minds expand But the Spirits also warn I knew the hunter For we both came from the same ghost town That never ceases to haunt us

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dakota-frandsen

23 / M / American

Published: Nov 19, 2014
LinesWords: 1476

Notes: This is dedicated to an old friend who was met with a very tragic death

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