TO STALKING
skies I've only seen
green since I'm on the lookout
I do not see your fur
you are among bushes
now I feel your smell
the wind hits my face
Drops hunger cry my flesh torn
moisture on my legs
death
my back and go where you go
should be your or your stride with the wind free
though I walk
celere always escape from my clutches
Seven Suns I've poked
seven times I've seen you run a sacrifice
I ask to live
My blood is your blood
yours is made of green
my time is running out of moisture in my legs
death in my back
and where I'll go
In the river I said I found
am the last I heard you say: I am the last living is something strange
now I can not live without killing
I can not live on the run, mane
not feel death
growled nobody ever felt
jumped behind you I can not feed you
the sun gives you the strength
sun offered me your life
moisture in my legs
death in my mouth
and where will you take
banishes hunger hunger seven suns
returned with
death was our destiny: to live to die, die to feed
. You
were the last of my
I was the last of yours.
and we could not live.
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