i am half lion. half lamb.
one part grace. and one part
fire. i run for shelter but
stare fear in the eye like it
does not own an ounce of
property on this sacred skin.
i am easily hurt, and easily
forgiving. i love too hard.
and break too hard. and cry too hard, and laugh
too hard. and cry too hard.
but i consider it all good.
for not one piece of all this
gold, is counterfeit.
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