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Lies
By Electric-Chair
I feel the warm breath of the panting lion
Its profound presence commands silence, in the dead night of the Savanna.
My only refuge are these thin walls made of canvas.
I feel the earth tremble as fate encircles my fears.
My anxieties will surely entice the rest of the pride and they will finish
the hunt.
I cling to my certitude, which with dawn, comes truth.
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Copyright 2014 Electric-Chair
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On Thursday, November 13, 2014, soul_versing
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Like a "wolf in sheep's clothing" the truth eventually surfaces. Powerful piece. -bows
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A former member wrote:
A curios piece, have some lies caught up to you perhaps? Lying takes skill, some would say its not worth learning.
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On Tuesday, November 11, 2014, dwells
(4177) wrote:
Anxieties, pride, hunt ,- I detect perhaps a turn in the narrative at this point; in keeping with the title perhaps and enigmatically excellent EC!
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