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Day 2
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Here it comes.
A beast set out for its prey.
A small soul,
Unsure of its readiness for the world,
Cowers.
The beast is a nothing yet.
It is without features,
And passion,
And blood.
It is only when the soul lets out a shriek,
Awakening life,
That the beast trembles.
It is a lovely sight.
This flesh will submit.
This umbra is the master here
*DearPoetry's NAPOWRIMO 30 Days of Prompts
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