Erin Dawn Deneys 2 Poems

The bad wolf trapped her far from home,
The dark hunter of fleshed dreams,
A shadow less prowler in the dark holes we dig,
In the long nights we spend to assure ourselves,
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We were never meant to coexist, you and I, and in the end, in our own way, we consumed each other.
I went back for you, on the same day I followed you last, followed and found you no longer ranked me as your important other.
I dig long into the night, yet the sun never truly rises or sets here, does it my love.
You, like the sun, never loved nor hated me, then again I never gave you that option.
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