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Blink. Gone.
Day and night, I quietly sit and whisper
 to a tiny, shielded soul to fight,
 radiating warmth and luminosity,
 the only thing keeping me alive.
 
 The shield shivers; it is ready to face
 the eagerly awaiting world,
 a little squeal from it inside,
 a little crack appears on its shield.
 
 Please don’t wake up yet,
 before mommy comes back, dear.
 I shall come soon with your first meal
 while you battle for your right.
 
 Cold stoniness swimming in the air
 greets me when I rush back;
 the nest is bitter and evil now;
 the shield has been broken.
 
 The bitten edges scream what I cannot face,
 agony smashes me into a billion pieces
 like an iron hammer to my naked skull!
 But my emotionless body remains unhurt.
 
 Broken as I am, I can smell the enemy’s stench;
 I know he is looming in the corner behind me,
 I know he will not harm me; like a statue he is waiting,
 he is waiting for this torture to start again.

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