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Feb 2012
My mistress the moon
calls to the beast within
she whispers to me
its my time again

My skin begins to rip
my new form pushes through
my bones bend and break
to form something new

Fur covers my flesh
claws push through my nails
dropping down to all four legs
im born anew

I howl into the night
the pack answers my call
we hunt until the morning light
all for our mistress the moon
Jonathon Hunter Catchings
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