Feb 2020
Who am I
But a piece of you?
In fields of rye
Lies become true.
A skinwalker
I stalk the night
I silently saunter
Between wrong and right
Your face is mine
For I miss my own
Straight down the line
Pain is sown
But a piece of you?
In fields of rye
Lies become true.
A skinwalker
I stalk the night
I silently saunter
Between wrong and right
Your face is mine
For I miss my own
Straight down the line
Pain is sown
Skinwalkers are Native American folklore, they steal the skin of animals (including humans) and lure other creatures in so they may **** and steal more skins.
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