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Mar 2014
A panicked red flash
Flying from a loud rude crowd.
Bustling, beating, branded brutes
Do not make mother proud.

Quickened feet through cedars. Ferns.
The chase is on. Her time's undone.
For when the master of her castle wakes,
She'll be there for the taking by One.
12 March 2014
Written by
Jon Sawyer  41/Earth
(41/Earth)   
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   Adyson Sawyer
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