lunes, 3 de octubre de 2011

I still feel the young cub in me,
wanting to be feral, young and dirty.
Not the old and tame animal
I've been dulled into.

This filthy noise is as far from forest
as can be.
Fuck you all. Curse you.

Curse me too.
I've damned with the dual gift
of lust and cowardice,
like the deer who wants to be tiger.

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