“Cracked feet and bleeding heart, branches rip my breast apart, crouching low, my naked hide they hunt across the Great Divide.” Live like an animal, hunted, pain Close to the ground now, panther-speed Light bounces off me, dappled, golden Flat … Continue reading
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