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subtlepersona

Sunday, December 17, 2006

To the world
hear me now
lioness with ember eyes
the dawn will break
with my roar
feel this flesh
seared by space and sun
limits of the sky
and bonds that lie
this is the body that knows none
touch of dark
in the way age knows
light in tenfold treacherous
to tip the scales, I slight in both
Hunt for me
I scour but famish never of hunger
rampant, fervor of life
my soul, my loyal traveller
Anticipate intensely
I will bare that which bares me
engorge upon the mass
succumb and I will become

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