Your life passed as a game, a hunt,
How many preys will you be able to make endure?
before in your turn pain strikes you down,
and nobody have any more feeling to give you.
Author notes
~spiritualangel~
A contest entry
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Comments
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Loved the twisted darkness on these lines. The what goes around will come back to bite you in the @$$ feeling.
Thanks
Carrie


