Every day there is more of you and less of me.
There is no substitute for our reality.
Your canines shine in the dark, the gleam blinding those who
were caught at the wrong angle.
When will the bite cause the blow?
When will the zebra fall to the strength of the lion?
My blood is on your paws.
Your mouth is an open wound.
I'll infect you long after I have left your mind.
You lick your canines clean.
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