I've said too much,
Trusted in animals.
When I'm one
And can tell
They're wild.
My world
Has no importance,
Unless, here,
Prey's around.
I've been down
Enough while
To know how
This comes about.
But, still, I love,
Ignoring the odor
Of my cuts by now.
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