Writing as catharsis

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Posted in Poetry, Prose by Lachlan R. Dale on December 18, 2013

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When our friends turned to enemies
We walked the earth in despair,
Followed by a black spectre
That shaded us from the heat of the sun.
Still, we walked and we thirsted,
And never could satisfy our urge
To shape gods with the faces of men,
And offer up our hopes before them.

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