It sounds like roars, but is endearments
passions of many colours are being born
they turn into slinky feelings all over my body
in short: Danger alert, but who will protect me?
certainly not my good senses
they have turned into unreliable sensibility
I'm not a quitter, have claws too
take heed, my hands are thieving gypsies
go where they were not invited
besides, I too know how to roar
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