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|alastar (profile) wrote, |
on 6-7-2006 at 11:30pm
|Subject: Prader-Willi Syndrome
The trail of blood followed you like a shadow.
I picked up your scent.
Perfume mixed with sweat.
It tempted me to follow you. I was coaxed by the crimson trail and the smell that twisted through the trees. Leaves crunched and twigs snapped beneath your feet and all the while I was asking, praying, begging for something to rip apart. Something to feed upon.
Give me something to devour.
When I'm ready, it will come.
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