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May 2017
I have two wolves
inside me,
forever locked
in internal
battle.

One is good
(or so they say),
the other evil
(try as I may),
and neither will
ever ******
the final triumph:
both are real,
proper,
wolves,
and any real,
proper,
wolf
knows full well
how to *******
feed
himself.
Written by
Celso Moskowitz  29/M/Portugal
(29/M/Portugal)   
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