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That guilted day chased after me
like a pack of wolves.
They roared and I careered.
After every step,
They roared and I feared.
As I tumbled over a rock,
They roared and they cheered,
As they feasted upon my tomorrow.
Through time the image I created, obscured.
As the wolves obstructed
the path I'd follow..
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Sucking The Shades From The Shadows
PoetryA poetry collection filled with short poems. -Official description will be written after completion- Poetry.. It might be the language of the dead filled with the lively words of the beauty it exhibited during its time. Might be like a woeful ballad...
