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Nov 2017
I know you are out there
howling in the darkness,
Moonlight glinting in your
eyes of blackest opal,
With the sweet scent of
blood in your nostrils,
you wait like Anubis,
Guardian of the Scales,
to determine whether
my soul is heavier
than an ostrich feather
Garry
Written by
Garry  47/M/Birmingham, England
(47/M/Birmingham, England)   
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