and he roams
the dark forests
where no one else
wants to tread
alone,
a lone tusker
away from a herd
he does not need,
not all the time,
and when he rages,
the world thinks
he's mad,
too scared
of a form,
of a heart,
that's a gentle giant.
the dark forests
where no one else
wants to tread
alone,
a lone tusker
away from a herd
he does not need,
not all the time,
and when he rages,
the world thinks
he's mad,
too scared
of a form,
of a heart,
that's a gentle giant.
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