LeonineA Poem by ErinYou might not care for me that way, but God I can't stop myself from thinking of you being with me instead of her.I wish I were a lion. I wish I were a predator. I would feel the adrenaline of the hunt. Because I would be the most beautiful of them all. Because then I wouldn’t have to be me. And I wouldn’t have to deal with being so scarred and fucked up inside.
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1 Review Added on December 14, 2008 AuthorErinWhere the Wind Comes Sweeping Down The Plain, OKAboutI'm going to Vassar College in the fall after living in Oklahoma all my life. This should be interesting. more..Writing
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