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Abused darkness
Rocks that never been trampled
although rain and sun
leaned on them,
my flesh is lonely
my soul a rock
illuminating darkness
that has been abused.
And you, wolf,
my imaginary friend,
roaring inside my subconscious
for my eyes to be awaken,
scared, as if magic,
watery, as if words,
deserted finery, hanged forgiveness
for a better tomorrow.
***written for "Tarot stories" comp of Miss_Sub and won the trophy.
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