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May 2015
Some days I see the bad reflection
of every

Father father,
I'm afraid of what I'm becoming.
For my Wolf girl,
who bites at ashes
and stains her fangs~
"I'm afraid."

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Written by
Skaidrum  The Basalisk's Chambers
(The Basalisk's Chambers)   
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