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Jul 2014
Sleepy hands graze across milk moon lakes
Blinking fog away and clear the haze
Stars reflect deep turquoise pools
Tinged violet around the rims
Seeping water trickles
Creating runnels
Meandering through scar tissue
And bruises, warm to the touch
Soreness effervesce
As violence retreats back into its shadowy corner
Waiting to pounce
Pursue its next unsuspecting victims
Tension slides back into itself
In the guise of a false security
And reposefulness
A safe blanket of silence falls over
Snuffing out the light of a burning flame
Darkness pervades, stretching past every last surface
So when another set of eyes peers out
Behind translucent curtains
Alarm fails registration
Of the screams escaping her mouth
And hands covered in blood
Taking what isn’t rightfully theirs
Silver Wolf
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Silver Wolf  nature is my home
(nature is my home)   
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