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Muzzling my heartAm muzzling my heart To stop partaking of a covet fruit Am reminding my heart Of its wounds still so virgin Am taming him and sparingly letting him Am urging him ". Yearn on oh lone rhino of the secret oases But be ye wary For when the springs are fresh A predator awaits yonder blessingtone (c) 10/2006 ************* ************* Let your heart walk the pasture. But let it not graze. Not yet. It's too early after the wounds. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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