Return From The Hunt
He makes a hollow inside you
For himself. A home. A place to linger.
He makes a lifeline out of blood and shrapnel.
And in that moment, the world begins with his voice.
And ends with a whisper
In your ear, signifying his return
From the hunt, fresh blood drying on his chin.
For himself. A home. A place to linger.
He makes a lifeline out of blood and shrapnel.
And in that moment, the world begins with his voice.
And ends with a whisper
In your ear, signifying his return
From the hunt, fresh blood drying on his chin.
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And I love the background picture you have of the old building.
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