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Rage Poetry If tomorrow you welcomed me
Into your arms and ties
Though your eyes be guileless
Your intent sincere
I would shrink from you
Cower like a wounded stray
A beaten-down cur,
Wary of the hand that offers
Whimpering with want
While wincing in fear
Should you seek to ensnare me now
I will not be easy prey
Skittish and cautious, elusive
You'll need your utmost patience
And your strongest rope
