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Jun 2016
With all of his story he was gonna tell
There was an uneasy silence that fell
I could feel the breath in his chest swell
With the leather squeaking he turned in the saddle, "now it's time for your story to sell"

With a glint of hatred in my eyes, I quickly gave a summary
Of my life and my misery
For part of my life even for me was still a mystery

I told of my mothers ****
She couldn't stand to look at my face
And how I was passed from place to place

The frightened wide eyes of a child
That after being defiled
By every gypsy man
Till she could no longer stand
Then the steel, heated yellow, red hot tip they left the symbol brands

That left my skin burnt and marked with evil but it didn't sink below
For empathy was the true curse on my soul

I told him I studied hard and now had great power
I could disembowl, I could make it come a blood and gut shower
But my heart and soul have to much compassion, so insteed I just cower

In my woods where no one would go
And myself to no human I had to show
"Why did you kight ventured into my woods"I want to know

"I need to know why I am now hunted with you
If we leave this beautiful evil steed, will they stop the peruse
There is a quest of my own I want to do"

He replied "No my beautiful hearted witch they will not"
At his words my heart seemed to stop
And to my knees I almost droped

No one exspeacally a man
Had ever said anything so grand
It made my legs week, hard to stand
He looked deep into my eyes and took my hand

Which of course I snatched away
I could not belive the things he did say
Besides it was begaining to break day

We found a cave in which to rest
To sleep in the day and travel by night would be best
For the veil evil couldn't stand the sun, or at lest that was my guess

As we lay down on the moss covered stones
He touched my hand again, and from my lips escaped a moan
My feelings for him had grown
Pauline Morris
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Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
(51/F/Southern Illinois)   
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   ---, Keith Wilson and Stephan
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