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Shame


His pale skin burning in the sun Is all that people see But then at night when darkness comes He changes completely. He creeps in shadows of the trees And doesn’t make a sound He gracefully springs with gentle ease And takes a pure deer down His long, white, hidden teeth protrude Piercing the small deer’s neck Blood fill His throat, His strength renewed He drinks ‘til nothing’s left. He leaves the forest without a trace Walking with tears full of disgrace.
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