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Strange Man
Running through the meadow,
I realize i wasn't alone,
There was somebody following me,
or rather something,
i could feel the heat of its stare at my back,
feel its breath at my neck,
i hear it panting,
i try to run faster,
and i fall,
it jumps after me,
and to my surprise,
caught me in its arms,
i gasp,
we both stop breathing,
i look up into its golden eyes,
then fall into darkness
* * *
I come to in a dark cave,
my head pounding hard,
i dont know where i am,
i hear something stir,
and look in the direction of it,
a man is standing there,
an odd expression on his face,
relief?
suspicion?
he takes a step forward,
i take a step back,
he stops,
i stop,
we just stare at each other,
not making a sound,
not moving a muscle,
slowly i get up,
he puts out his hand,
i take it,
slowly he brings me to him,
and embraces me gently,
i dont know what to make of it,
so i just hug him back,
he lets me go,
but keeps me in the circle of his arms,
i look into his eyes,
and see not suspicion,
but something i didnt expect to find,
Love.
I realize i wasn't alone,
There was somebody following me,
or rather something,
i could feel the heat of its stare at my back,
feel its breath at my neck,
i hear it panting,
i try to run faster,
and i fall,
it jumps after me,
and to my surprise,
caught me in its arms,
i gasp,
we both stop breathing,
i look up into its golden eyes,
then fall into darkness
* * *
I come to in a dark cave,
my head pounding hard,
i dont know where i am,
i hear something stir,
and look in the direction of it,
a man is standing there,
an odd expression on his face,
relief?
suspicion?
he takes a step forward,
i take a step back,
he stops,
i stop,
we just stare at each other,
not making a sound,
not moving a muscle,
slowly i get up,
he puts out his hand,
i take it,
slowly he brings me to him,
and embraces me gently,
i dont know what to make of it,
so i just hug him back,
he lets me go,
but keeps me in the circle of his arms,
i look into his eyes,
and see not suspicion,
but something i didnt expect to find,
Love.
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