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Submitted:Mar 30, 2007    Reads: 107    Comments: 3    Likes: 0   

I creep along

With the pace of the trees and bush

All around is a hush

I am naked in my skin

I feel myself in a single point of consciousness

Now, all is pure

My breath is the pulse of the Earth

A slight moment of shock

Too quick for real terror

Or pain

I am engulfed by the predator

A bloody feast

But not to worry

This is my part to play in this moment


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