Poem 4 my ex

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My cheetah,
Covered in open wounds,
Filled with love and compassion,
My cheetah laying in defeat,
And as I run to lay by her side, I run my hands over her scars, wishing I could have saved her the day she got them...
My cheetah, covered in scars, my warrior

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