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Apr 2013
He sits behind the fence
Only to be drawn out by the smell
Of fear, of the air getting dense.

He puts on a show for the crowd
Only seeing reality when the master
Cracks the whip, screaming "You're too loud!"

Because of you, he waits to be pulled
By the edge of his choke collar with a
Grin on his face, knowing he'll never be fooled.

Because of you, he'll come out.
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