Bring me the release I desperately crave,
the lustful abandon that claws at my soul.
Give it entrance, and let it tread on the barren soil
of a field which has lain fallow far too long.
Let it bury its claws in the encrusted surface,
and expel its hot breath in the motionless air.
And when it finds no food, let it howl
in rage and despair until, rather than suffer
an ignoble death, it tears down the fences
that hinder its violent forays
into the tangled undergrowth
of a fertile, inviolate wilderness.
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