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Venturing

A dove flies sparsely.
It flies for the abiding.
It’s a bird in love with time.

Predatory beings tread cautiously.
“Preys” are somewhat much freer ironically;
Often unhindered in sinews of innocence.

“Predators” promote fear.
Meals diminish thereby.
Meals mutualism may mold.
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