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Apr 2013
I am a wounded animal,
licking my own wounds,
resting in the ruins,
of a broken heart.

I am a wounded animal,
blood all around,
from when you shot me down,
flesh torn and weak.

I am a wounded animal,
once gallant and free,
until you wounded me,
and faded into the horizon.

I am a wounded animal,
and only you can heal me,
only you can free me,
I need your tender love.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio
Written by
Barry Andrew Pietrantonio  29/M/Salem, New Hampshire
(29/M/Salem, New Hampshire)   
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