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the Plains

Drafted into unnecessary heart ache
Grafted unto me a sense of place

New to the game
A lion never stays the same
A million ways
Pull strays
To the playing field

Never felt an energy
Such as this
Never felt so alive
In such a dead space

Draining this heart of richness
Training my pain in fitness
This too shall please the lion

New to the game
It all matches
It all snatches
Prey from the field
Dismay from the heart

Never felt this real
This alive
This hungry for a meal
In such dead
Dry places

This good run
Will bring home strength
To the most insecure spaces

In a masculine heart
A lion knows best
To stay smart

Written by groovy_tuesdays
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