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to be a lamb

Razor sharp to the comfort 

The shear edge of life

exposed sinew and flesh

to the cool touch of night,

In truth

The eyes of the lamb;watched. 

The wolf 

slaughter the ram,the lamb

fleeced in innocence 

Learned the face of the wolf

The ram; deceased

Knew life,of the lamb

◄ A girl called intensity

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