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Oct 2016
A lion cub grows larger.
Still, larger.
A lion on the hunt.
Feathers flock and feathers fray.
Lions do as Lions want.
A  squawk is heard.
A squawk to pray.
Clenched in jaws.
Teeth to erase.
You will never be true.
Astra Zenneth
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