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She grabbed herself
quicker. Oh wildcats
slowly roaming. Like
hearing another
tongue spoken
for the first time.
Like wild devils
drinking hot sassa-
fras tea & spitting it
out on the inside.
A power itchin’
slowly yearnin’
not to be shut out.