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By Stephen D., Needham, MA
The steel lynx screams, snarls, screeches
Through fog and mist. Its red eyes blaze.
Cold claws of sound tear and resound.
It slinks away into the haze.
This piece has also been published in Teen Ink's monthly print magazine.
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