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Feb 2012
You look like a tiger, she said
Yes, a tiger.
A tiger who earns her stripes
With a sterling silver blade.
Strong and silent?
Pathetic.
My prey was death.
I stalked, I chased, I pounced.
I almost had her in my claws
But she slipped away...
I earned my stripes
But I will catch her yet.
Cain Arkay Lazarus
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Cain Arkay Lazarus  28/Genderqueer/California
(28/Genderqueer/California)   
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   Veronica Smith
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