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how can it be to feel the fear of the gazelle, and too, the hunger of the lion? kill or be killed, i fear my longing has spent too much time out in the open, while being one step from pouncing out of impatience to end the life of a love disguised as the landscape around me. if there is a moment to cease, my longing will graze, and my hunger will go elsewhere. i will yet again become a part of the landscape. ::: with You, my love will never change. ice, water, or vapor, this love will only change its form; dense down on You, fluid upon Your lips, fully encompassing Your dreams. dense upon Your fears, fluid circling Your scars, fully surrounding Your nightmares. dense for our daring, fluid through our mistakes, fully overcoming our challenges. at the center of it all, may it be dense in character, fluid in experience...