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Aug 2
wee bit of innocence,
left upon the rampant
running blindly with an open shield
to find self confidence
some shred of assurance of guidance
praying you'll prey in place of the prey
in this world, this world,
this cruel, cruel, wild, world...
Written by
   Nika Sandadze
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