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Saturday, September 28, 2013

Through This Wicked Valley

Crude, earthy murmurs

Slip through the shadows,

Grotesque shapes that

Dance like wildfire

On the edges.


Trying to hide

The acrid fear

Ripping through,

I paste on a nonchalant façade.

Chin up, face smooth,

Praying it fools

The pack of wolves

Chomping at the bit

To taste my weakness.


Give me safe passage

Through this wicked valley

To the paradise beyond.

Posted at Three Word Wednesday

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