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You looked away
As I stared into your soul
Peeling back the layers
As far as they can go
Searching for your inner you
The you that you control
Waiting for the answer
That only you could know
Like a flailing human torso
Swaying to and fro
A natural born disaster
With a shiny bow
To breath in light and emote a powerful aura
Is like looking into a kaleidoscope full of ever changing color...
I was once a Wolf and
ran free in the woods,
Now I'm a tired old dog
that hides in the barn.
Such is the way of aging
and change.
Knowing one's place
Is a necessary perspective.
And the barn provides a
sense of serenity not always
found in the woods.
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