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My favorite animal is my mother When her teeth are red with blood Her shoulders wary and unrelenting Her eyes heavy stare Frightened, assessing, confused and aware Resolved hot and cold Her hands both ready to catch and hold Lungs ready to exhale - To sing or scream or something more Pacing the cage of the livingroom floor
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Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 3:36 PM UTC
Animal
My favorite animal is my mother When her teeth are red with blood Her shoulders wary and unrelenting Her eyes heavy stare Frightened, assessing, confused and aware Resolved hot and cold Her hands both ready to catch and hold Lungs ready to exhale - To sing or scream or something more Pacing the cage of the livingroom floor
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Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 3:36 PM UTC
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