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Primeval Roar

I’ll give you a chase

Me — stalked, served up on a platter exposing lush petals — shimmering claws pruned — by you— or do I mean — for wolves like you — hungry for a feast

inhale my pheromones —nibble my feral fruit — not just you dear alpha — bring in the troops, the betas — your pack is sure to fall to their knees



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Ann Marie Steele

I pen poetry about love and loss, what I observe and experience — I write about hope. My writing has been described as resiliently defiant.