• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 09
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I’ve walked this beaten path
Before.

Hate rounding
Like a nipping dog
With sharp white teeth
Chasing me.

A deep dark fear
Barking like the night.

Relentless.

Ruthless.

After me
With my eyes shut
And my eyes awake.

Batting at my peace
From bloody sunup
To haunting and endless
Sundown.

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