She was gusty,
Looking for refuge.
He rambles about Cosmos, Emergence -
Ask her why she brought you into this.
She tells the guest “Don’t expect any miracles around here”
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Carnage.
My skins ails me.
See me,
I’m suffering.
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They say:
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Whatever we are:
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Is it possible that in the course of my life, these mountains have become less sharp?
I know for certain there are many more lights in those hills than when I was young.
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The first couple years of my life were spent in a remote cabin in the mountains.
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Driving over miles of blood stained pavement like it’s nothing,
Their demise deemed a necessary evil.
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Sitting in the wind wishing the lion would come for me next.
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