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The Perilous Allure         
And so it happened,
that the gazelle fell in love with the lion...
attracted to it perhaps,
like a fly would be to a flame
and then it was struck,
this fatal deal...
one that would require blood to seal
That would need both to cross a line,
to turn their back to their own kind...
And thus began the hunt...
guided solely by a scent and a nascent instinct...
To seek out the one, a primal urge,
with whom your heart beats could merge...
And with such thoughts began the arduous journey...
That knows no end, that knows no bound
and that needs no food to thrive...
A journey that takes you far,
one in which you never know where you are...
And all you know is, you have to reach...
life or death now matters the least...

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