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Jul 2013
Well it seems she was hungry
Very hungry
But what can be expected when she is left out in the cold?
When things get hungry they will eat

But is there still an ally behind that blood soaked snarl?
What type of delusion am I in?
Brought on by a loss of blood or the hypothermic cold?
Can you even be aware of your own delusion?

Still, she appears skittish
Despite what has to be a satiated belly
I mean, how much more could she possibly eat?
What a delusion

Should I let the cold take me?
It seems inevitable
And now the wolf approaches, to finish her meal?
Or to curl up and warm me on this frigid night?
Written by
Lionel Craft
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   Janessa Luna
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