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A prey was once mine,
Identity.
For all of us are prey,
until proven guilty.
A prey was once me,
always being hunted,
yet clever enough to survive,
and thrive on other prey's loss.
I was once a prey,
until the prey was proven me,
I became the hunter,
and light was my huntee.
I left the light,
and lurked down into the dark,
into the catacombs of the past,
thy memories of thine.
I now know my nature,
I now know my home,
It might be shadows of winter's past,
Or might I call it Rome...
The beauty of this city,
of any city, lies within its secrets,
within its hunters and huntees.
Organized chaos at its finest,
the way all will come to ease.
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Pieces of Mind
Poetry#66 in poetry 5/11/17 ~~~ Yet something hasn't changed, for I still wished I could pulverize into atoms, and become the air you breathe in... ~~~ From when she made me human...
