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wolf's heart

She is not a piece of land nor meat,
Not to be won by a man that thought her beat.
wolf's heart

Her heart was ripped & torn & shredded,
Thrown to the wolves of which she dreaded.

Now a wolf does hold her heart,
Of which is no longer torn apart.

But which is the key to unlock this chest,
Hidden deep within her breast.

No brand is cut within,
This precious piece of supple skin.

To him she belongs,
But the fears still not gone.

But still a wolf does hold her heart,
Of which is no longer torn apart.





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I think the first poem I wrote was an acrostic one.