There’s a sickle of moon above a lush forest floor where scavengers pluck flesh from the bones of a wolf. In my mind the wolf hides inside me waiting patiently the impulsive lamb. Dark heart I hear you howling for possession stars plummeting through our veins. A frenzy of birdsong can not conceal the longing […]


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