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May 2016
The wind cold and calm
Kissing the greyish fur on his back
As it carries the last breath of his prey
Clouds disappear slowly,
Like a curtain raised off the moon,
Revealing a reflection on his shiny claws
Dripping red from a first ****
Red eyes, sharp teeth,
A werewolf!!!
brevity 50 words
kayanja ronald edwin
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kayanja ronald edwin  25/M
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