03 OF DARK SKIES AND RAIN

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golden antlers and red teeth
silver hair and bloodshot eyes.
i can see the war inside him,
the tragic beauty attracts me.
no one gets it. no one sees
him the way i do. no one sees
the appeal of his battle wounds.
but no one sees mine. we are
birds of a feather, you see.
no one will ever understand, but
i don't care. the only thing that
makes my heart flutter is him.
so i will see him through, i will
be there to patch him up, the
same way he would've done for
me had he been witness to my war.

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