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Jul 2012
The moon seems closer than ever. A mist rises off the water
like silver ghosts, slowly concealing the world around her.  
She moves quickly, the animal within driving her forward.  
Pain pulses in her bare feet, but she feels he is near,
and ignores the branches clawing at her face, leaving her
flushed cheeks bloodied.  A taste of love has left her ravenous.
She’ll Hunt for him until the sun illuminates the darkest shadows
of the forest.
Kirsten Christine
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