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On the Serengeti
Why are there so many steps to reach certainty?
To be honest, I wish my roots would let me leave calmly
So much grows fast around me;
I feel like the only tree
Trying to break through the canopy
Searching for sunlight feverishly
But in this shade, I can not see what's hurting me
I just feel the cuts once again creating scars deeply
Autumn comes and her fall opens my eyes wide that she;
Is showing the Lioness whose claws are giving me; a beautiful way to die.
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Anonomus Scorpio
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