I will dream of the days that held me in his arms.
This lion kept me safe, although I was strange to him.
He never looked at me as unique. I never expected him to.
I only heard him roar at the enemy.
He always wallowed, I would cry in fear,
And he would always at that moment be in glee.
I'm a stranger he'd ponder because I'd see it in his eyes.
I'm not of his kind he would think to himself,
I have only but one purpose,
That would be lunch.
The lion would **** me, then would have breakfast and brunch.
A stranger in it's eyes.

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