There will come a time when
it will be said
that I was uncivilized and feral
even at my best
Not fit for the company
of Society and The Duties of
The Endless Circles
it always entails
That I lived and loved
like an animal, subsisting far too well
on scraps and secrets
hidden or lost or tossed aside
And it is true that
while fierce in life, unafraid
and alone, one is also
wild and free
So speak well of me
or not at all, but keep this always,
like a whisper, remembered in
your secret heart;
I only came in from the wilderness for you.
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