Zen

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Zen

Fur black as night

Eyes silver as the moon

His thick sharp claws

Will tear at you soon

He's my protector

My strength and my hate

He answers my calls

He craves what I crave

He is me

And I am him

We are each other

Through life and sin

You can hide

But you can't run

For he will find you

and spill your blood

By.(someone who asked not to be named)

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Can anyone guess what this poem is about because honestly I can't figure it out my self

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