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metaphor poem

January 27, 2015
By BaileyExley SILVER, Cannon Falls, Minnesota
BaileyExley SILVER, Cannon Falls, Minnesota
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The Wind is like a tiger eating at the flesh of its prey                                                               slowly making it harder to breath
clawing at its skin
to get what’s underneath

tearing limb by limb
unless it’s covered up
when their gone
it’s time for the tiger to scoop it up



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