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Offering

For miles

You appear in some mythical mystery fog leaving tracks of doom for doubt

Dragging behind you the demons and dragons you slay for fun as an offering to hang out

Blood soaked boots and tattered tress

And how you got a locket of my hair is anybody’s guess

It’s a full moon and you’ve got the night on a string

I can hear you coming for miles by the howls I make you scream

© Delia Ross. 2021 / @poeeternal

By PoeEternal

I'm gone. Maybe it's like I never existed at all.

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