His Eyes like knives are hunting you a creepy stare ******* you you’re just waiting for a train his eyes like knives still remain on your ******* down to your thighs circling back up toward your eyes in his mind he’s pinned you down you recognize his hunting ground you slink away into the crowd like a cat you raise your back extend your claws you turn, attack... a Jaguar cat you escape this unknown man's hunting ground you are on your mountain now... and, you're now safe, and sound.
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