The Hunt

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Hiding in the corn,
duck down so none can see..
I hear someone whispering,
another voice coming from near me..
Teens are playing,
before the harvest begins..
Laughing and flirting,
believing themselves safe among friends..
I decide to play as well,
I ruffle through my bag..
Pulling out a skinning knife,
anticipating the hunt this night..

- C. Pantoja

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