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Tuesday, March 26, 2019


Consumed by hunger
Falling into fantasy
Visions filled with lust

Lonely feralan
The forest child, raised by wolves
Drifting in red mist

Choking on my tongue
Biting until the blood flows
Rubies fall like rain

My un-slackened thirst
Hint of iron in the air
Reaching for the grail

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