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Dec 2020
close to the jaws
of death
innocence is
a motherless fawn
seeking comfort
wherever she can get it

the confused cheetahs
maternal instincts
override predatory pull
a priceless predicament~
she licks the little one's head
ghost
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ghost  16/F/im lost
(16/F/im lost)   
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       ghost, R L and Eshwara Prasad
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