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The Red Riding the Hood
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nature In an endless battle of heart, and mind.
my thoughts cannot discern fangs, from lips,
one is forever within my unknowing grasp.
I know not how to restrain from their fires.
I burn myself on their hot breath,
feeding them my ignorance.
The sun would surely freeze in my palms,
the moon would burst into flames.
I suppose, it is my hunger to love, all the same.
