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Jul 2012
the growling in my head
isn't much of a threat
compared to the wolves
that lurk under my bed
carnivorous and cold
they emerge from my heart
gnashing their blood-soaked teeth
they begin to tear me apart
there is no use in screaming
no need to cry for help
don't you understand, darling
there are no wolves here
there is only yourself.
Alexis Martin
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