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Apr 2019
alone, wolfs been tracking me
around every corner I see him
big, gray, beastly, black fangs
tempting me to veer off to fear
to lose my place, panic, scream
I've seen him before, he's as cold
as his hot metalic tinged breath
Life comes to him but never goes
time to stand my ground, I need
a new wolf skin pelt to lay on
ymmiJ
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ymmiJ  M/Anchorage
(M/Anchorage)   
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