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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?
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Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 10:13 AM UTC
The Wolf Returns
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?
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Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 10:13 AM UTC
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