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Aug 04, 2016 22:12

Hikkomori

i stalk the wild whispers
i wait beneath the brush
not to pounce or slink

there was a time
when my teeth were less sharp
hollowed, chattering and hidden

what is a wolf without a pack?

was i driven out?

wandering around the pond,
listlessly kicking stones
until the hunger sets in

speak to me, ripples in the pond
moonlit reflected sky

arrange my place among the stars
before the bones give way
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