Contributor: Jorhan Bivlibny

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You run
In my own way, I chase
You cut at the bonds
I stitch the wounds
You flash your blade
You bear your claws
But I offer only open hands
Open heart, open soul.
Cut me, Tiger.
Make me bleed
I'll wear the scars
I'll show them openly
I've been through the fire
I've been burned so many times
I can weather this
I can weather the worst of you.


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