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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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