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The Wanderer

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By Jamynah AnthonyPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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The Wanderer
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Frozen into the bleak cold of the night there was no where else to go, A pain stopped the speedy thoughts making her pause in time, Those crimson eyes, That crimson smile, His lustrous eyes as she cried, He lusted after her pain, Her blood, As he sucked on her wounds, He could never be hers But for him she is all of his, He owns every space of her mind, Like a puppet he pulls the strings, But oh how those beautiful eyes had a soul that not even the darkest soul could take away, She replaced those memories with affirmations, Owned her body, And dared to smile once again, Her name being, Innocence.

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