T h e H u n t i n g

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Panting
swift movement between trees
Leaves crunching
It is autumn.
Twigs snapping
It is me.

I am hunting my own demons tonight.
Slaying them before they slay me.
Blades
Shiny.

Movements continue
I wonder of my successes tonight.

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