Poem no. IV

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Don't feel sorry for me
I've been left to die many times
As a tiger I'll lick my injury
Indestructible, infinite lifetimes.

Don't give me your hand,
Don't lie to me,
I'll always mend,
Mend eventually.

Just run away, run away and hide
That's what you do best
Once again I'll swallow my pride,
Once again I'll pass the test.

Don't ever look back
Don't you dare
When I needed your pack
You didn't care

Just follow the road and see where it leads,
Don't turn your head to the one who pleads.
You've got what you wanted and now you're free
Just take the step and flee across the sea.

But when the time comes when you're lying in the meadows
I'll be there waiting, lurking in the shadows.
You can plead and you can pray
But I'll be the tiger who got his prey.

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