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Feb 2014
You'd think that
Keeping such an elegant creature,
A dangerous and revered mammal
Such as the tiger
As what many would call a pet,
Dangerous.
But she is so much more than
dangerous.
She is the embodiment
of finely crafted
Architecture.
Curiosity is the
Driving force behind
her.
Watching my tiger sleep,
pondering what she dreams
does she imagine herself in
Love with me?
Her a woman?
Or me a tiger?
Does she dream of
tearing me apart and
imagine my body
a ****** canvas?
Jungle art.
Lo what
Resides behind this fierce
Black and her
Electric orange
Crown,
I shall
never
know.
Aiden Williams
Written by
Aiden Williams  Bristol
(Bristol)   
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