Spotty Logic (spottylogic) wrote,
Spotty Logic

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old werewolves talking

could i ever change
did we dream it
i remember
running claws fierce teeth
cold now in the winter
the moon used to be brighter didnt it
i remember
the smells blood was warm and coppery and deer
i remember
deer would almost let you catch them they understood the play
of predator and prey
deer we never hunted deer husbands wives lovers children
it was all pray all food but the taste of your own flesh and blood
was sweeter
i remember
it was killing yourself that was sweeter loss made it sweet
i remember
night cold howls i cant hear any more
are they there
was i there
i remember
the cold earth under my feet
i remember
dreams of night
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