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Tigers Dance :

And like our love

As tigers dance

We hissed and clawed

Refusing to believe that our love

Was in fact, not love at all

But teeth and scars

A battle.

~J.K.M.

Slow As The Morning Comes:

As the sun will rise

So will I

Golden, ray kissed skin

Lifting from the dark it was born in

The night drags slow

As does the mould in my heart

But slowly and surely as the

Morning comes

I too will ignite

And light the night sky.

~ J.K.M.

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