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Hunter

Perhaps she wanted too much

To be defined- craving a name


Existing only adjacently- flashes of candor

A scattering of Azalea

In a deserted Eden


She lost her scales

Iridescent and beautiful

To become a smoother thing,

pleasing and agreeable


The price of retrieving

Is fervor, eternal castaway

one thousand deadly suns


Time is a scepter

She presses her forehead to

The roaring earth

Phantoms pour through skin

She walks through mist and sinister jungles


Name between her teeth

Like a skilled hunter

 
 
 

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