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The hunter child
Born out of fear

Shed of its skin
Along a feral frontier

Hold the low note
And feel the sting

To feast upon our hearts
Is the primal thing
They needed my presence, yet I was treated as intangible.
I mistook your kindness
for kindness.
I was wrong.
Because of you
I taught myself
Not to cry....
Music transcends time and distance
touching souls generations apart
and worlds away....
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