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The Badger

tell me when you are done
finding your heros
and making peace with your youth

tell me who you are
when you remove your hands, and grasp at the heart of the fire

I cant mend your hands
I have been tried,

the weary distrust and
youthful bravado
now lost to you

as you pull back and find that there is no more room to flee, the fire has roared past your life and engulfed my own.