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Prey
Friendship is the name. Yet I change it into a hunters game. Like a lone deer I parade, hoping for you to spot me. Vulnerable, soft flesh. So easy to devour. Please try? You're so near. You don't smell me? You're not hungry? Unconcerned you wander off. Trembling and panting, like I barely survived a fearsome chase, I collapse to the ground. I am a prey However it's not you who's the predator, but my own desperately searching heart.
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