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Tame the Beast by Saria Smith
Tame The Beast
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by Saria Smith
To tame the beast will take sometime, but I cannot kill yours while I’m wrestling mine.
As you step onto the stage
You’ll find you are trembling,
A distant curtain call
Ringing in your ear.
With contemptuous aid
The boiling of blood
Immense pounding from an organ often called love.
The voice of reason whispers
As chaos twirls her net
Diverting your awareness
She hasn’t lost it yet.
Breathe for some relief
To find your second chance
Turn your favor upwards
As discontentment rests.
The dancers contort, with growing apprehension Even in such a throng, they cannot attain attention Now, there in the clouds, the love they never mentioned.
