cheetah
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It was a day for a manzanita.
The first drive, down the street she went,
living la dolce vita.
At the river of time, a brown-eyed cheetah,
I'm´ drownin´ in my head, I just can't stop thinking,Maybe soon this heart will stop, so the thoughts will too.You're mind is scarred
Once upon a time, there existed a hare, who could win any race with his running flair. "I'll beat anyone, fair and square," the hare bragged to his fans without a care. As if on cue, a cheetah came along, confronting the hare and directing a menac
When I was a young child, I loved myself.
I confidently strutted my polka-dot sweater and striped skirt,
The scorching Serengeti heat casts a spotlight
Shining on a glorious creature whose life is finite
He enters the land of the stories untold
But he is the hunter whose task is so bold
A cheetah hides in the shadows,
As I hide from my fears.
A cheetah is never afraid, yet I am.
A cheetah attacks its prey with practice ease.
Yet no matter how I try I fail to.
swift
lithe
faster and faster
but only when seen like this
can it be seen
the detail
the spots, like little black stickers
the skin stretching like putty
