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Smoke fills my lungs as I walk down this lonely path, where I was going… no one knows, “Oh fur so white, so bright, so bright,” “What?” I would simply say and walk away into the unknowingness left of yesterday. “Oh eyes so light, so white, so white,” “What?” I scrambled to catch my breath, not pausing to see what was left. But down this uncharted path, unbeknown to the lost sheep, was the wrath of the eyes lurking throughout wilderness, longing to covet her wool all to themselves…. Waiting for one misstep into the cool morning light to trample upon the lost sheep at last.
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Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 11:29 AM UTC
The Lost Sheep
Smoke fills my lungs as I walk down this lonely path, where I was going… no one knows, “Oh fur so white, so bright, so bright,” “What?” I would simply say and walk away into the unknowingness left of yesterday. “Oh eyes so light, so white, so white,” “What?” I scrambled to catch my breath, not pausing to see what was left. But down this uncharted path, unbeknown to the lost sheep, was the wrath of the eyes lurking throughout wilderness, longing to covet her wool all to themselves…. Waiting for one misstep into the cool morning light to trample upon the lost sheep at last.
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Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 11:29 AM UTC
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