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more than gorgeous paradise

im not the beast you don’t choose
amidst forests breathing fire
i grow wild, beautiful as you are
hug myself within trees
with open wound i bathe sunshine
rain water my rinse
caress the body as subtly you would
our wolves sleep for eternity


20 Nov 18

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