Hunting Season
A mark in the mindA bar on the wrist
Hollowing echoes
That never desist
Dreams drown in shadows
And numbness is kind
Empty hand on fist
All seeing is blind
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2021-08-15 at 16:00
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