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May 2013
This planet is roaming with beasts.
Constantly searching for their next target.
Surreptitiously scouring the lands.

We are all prey, hiding in camouflage.
We must be fast enough to beat our friends.
But never let them catch us.  

The chase goes on and on.
The burden carries on for years on end.
Until another is captured.

Satisfaction is unattainable.
They will always want more.
But never let them catch you.
Sara Rose
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