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I’m often afraid Of what I can’t always say Not knowing is sure to make fear Multiply upon itself until I cannot Breathe and my heart races as if it Can run away despite my body’s Stillness Frozen like a rabbit hides from Slathering wolves But my wolf is not so solid, its sharp Teeth and ember eyes change into Something with which I cannot Reason Maybe it is nothing I fear Dark branches stretching out Into night drenched Solitude Headlights my only solace from the Dizzy roads and inky stars What are they hiding, those Branches Perhaps wolves, perhaps nothing I prefer the wolves
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Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 1:35 AM UTC
Wolves or nothing
I’m often afraid Of what I can’t always say Not knowing is sure to make fear Multiply upon itself until I cannot Breathe and my heart races as if it Can run away despite my body’s Stillness Frozen like a rabbit hides from Slathering wolves But my wolf is not so solid, its sharp Teeth and ember eyes change into Something with which I cannot Reason Maybe it is nothing I fear Dark branches stretching out Into night drenched Solitude Headlights my only solace from the Dizzy roads and inky stars What are they hiding, those Branches Perhaps wolves, perhaps nothing I prefer the wolves
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Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 1:35 AM UTC
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