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Oct 4
Baby Boar lies in his bed
thoughts of hate in his head
hate of the harsh world breaks the seals
though he is scared to show what he feels
Mama boar hears his cries with a fright
breaks through the door into sight
holding him tight she sits on the floor
Baby boar won't need to cry forever more
I think we all are baby boar. We just need hugs, kisses, and roots, nuts, seeds, etc.
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