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Sep 2020
The hunt of the terrible
My needle-spun lies
Tie the rope around my foot.
Caught in a snare,
The huntsman’s judgement
Is the only way out.

The huntsman’s rife,
In which I seek repentance
Ayn
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Ayn  20/M/Wherever I May Roam
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