Metaphor of a Lost Soul(ode to rabbit)

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i am a rabbit
pure
innocent
you are a fox
coniving
decietful
you hunt me down
with swift glances
pounding feet
smell my fear?
its peaked
i run from you
from the past
the present
the future
you are quick
you hunt me down
you win
i am dying
captured beneath your dirty paws
rabbit is no more. . .





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