no one dared to approach him
for he made sure he kept his distance from every living being,
and he was far from being friendly;
voice so firm,
face filled with darkness,
eyes brimming with hate,
yet he never tried to hurt anyone.
it was like his hatred was only geared toward himself.
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New Voice
PoetryPoetry & very short stories. Some are real, some are fantasies. // #11 in Poetry (February 24th 2016) Cover by the amazing @sighstiles
