Lust Of Hunger
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Tho' you crush the fang
Of an erratic, cunning cub,
Wandering in shadow
Trickling spittle for blood,
Without leniency in eyes,
He'll be disrobing a deer's spirit,
Again, by the lust of his hunger.
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