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Nov 2015
She crawls through miles of dirt.
Breaking ground with bloodied fingers
And viscious intent.

My weakness is a light in the fog.
She finds me unerringly.
Nowhere to run.

My doubt fuels her
Voracious appetite.
Her teeth flash at my throat.

Vindictive *****.
Addiction.
I can never bury her deep enough.
niamh
Written by
niamh  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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