Alix Mace Poems

A sense of knowing what the other one is thinking,
A strong, steady pulse that quickens when she comes in sight,
The small details that simpley, take your breath away,
You can't stop staring at this beauty,
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Down in the meadows deep and green, strays the English grey haired rabbit.
It twists through the winding grass growing weakly, living on a small matter of a diet.
It's powerful paws beating it forward with a heavy wealth of speed; a richness only this creature can obtain.
It's large vertical ears catch and echo the slightest vibration in the fields making it aware that he is accompanied with a nasty presence.
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