Restless
She paces
Lioness in a cage,
But there are no locks
No doors
No prods or anything to hold her
It's all dreams
Whips of desires
Chains of need
For a change of scenery
The feral tempest calls
From within her
The soul seeks
And her mind yearns,
Wide plains
As far
As her heart can see,
To run amongst
To leap free,
What no hunter
Can understand,
Love her but leave her wild...

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