Monday, February 06, 2012

Sometimes I run from the beast
With the unblinking eye
Sometimes I hide in the quiet
Corners of my mind
He sniffs me out
He knows my names
He breathes in blood
And he leaves
Me
A ragged doll lying in the rain
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