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May 31
In this jungle of variety
I try to be a deer;
Grass, salt, and my feet
Are all I need to be fulfilled
Yet, why is the end
To be preyβ€”that meat on the tray
When all I've done is to roam free

But, when I become the tiger
Animals growl at me, they say
Stop, herbivore you should be
Not a predator, instead
A prey that roams free.
greatsloth
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greatsloth  Beyond Eternal Damnation
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