Survival

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Standing alone,as wolves circled him,he closed his eyes..

The wild feral pack of wolves,

With eyes glaring,mouth dripping with venom,

His footsteps calm..

He felt their breathe..

He felt their heart..

And sat down,

As his mouth began chanting..

He closed his eyes,for peace and love..

He sat,unarmed..

For peace and love..

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