Outdoors2


  • Outdoors2

    From Where? by Outdoors2

    I’m scattered on plains
    cast far across rows
    or is it the prairie
    where my soul blows

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  • Outdoors2

    Rare by Outdoors2

    We rip and tear
    with claws and tugs.
    We’re gnawing, grabbing
    with passions hugs.

    We hurry return
    for pains so remembered.
    We’re insanely driven,
    but softly tempered.

    We fear not wil…

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