A Hoosh
Fear of the big brown lions who's breathe smells of chewed up souls and teeth so sharp they shine,
With manes so soft and warm and deep claw wounds in a young spirit that's torn,
Now time to be reborn.
Copyright © Karl Mcdonnell | Year Posted 2015
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