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Jan 2019
Make no mistake;
My mother wanted to raise a wolf.
And just as the bone-white moon rises,
into the possessive arms of night;
I was pulled from between her legs,
and into her screaming embrace.
First thing she taught me was to bare my teeth;
I rose to womanhood howling.
Jana Rosinska
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Jana Rosinska  26/Neutrois/Under the Hunters Moon
(26/Neutrois/Under the Hunters Moon)   
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