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That thing that I seek,
It lies in the deep, entrenched in the darkest of space.
Sharp claws digging down,
In stillness of sound, capitulating to one not so weak.
Blood within stone,
Wriggling moan, I'm beset by tragic so true,
The thing that I crave,
While I ranted and raved, that thing- away it did flew.
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Rachael MacDonald
Avid Reader, Sometimes Poet, Occasional Writer, and searcher of truths often lost in the breaths between candy-coated lies.
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