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Wild Like Me

With each breath that I draw

I draw in the wilderness

Basking in the rays of the sun

Talking with the winds

Breathing through

The leaves on the Trees

My feet caked in dirt

Grounded in my roots

For the woman in me is wild

The daughter I am is Feral

I run through the trees on a moonlight night

I Bathe in the rivers and streams

I do not fear the wolf or the bear

For they are mine

Wild like my soul

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