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Blood Stains

Swallowing the last gulps he set down the now empty can. Balanced precariously on the corner of the…

In the solitude of night as waking dreams linger. Still cloaked in the promise of the morning’s first…

We tiptoe quietly around, afraid to wake the beast He lies quietly sleeping, his power unreleased Carefully hidden…

But,… we have free will and we are left to choose; light or dark, good or evil, life…

The house was dark illuminated by the full moon overhead that would peek out from behind the clouds…