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a poem about being a werewolf, I suppose.
Submitted:Mar 23, 2012 Reads: 24 Comments: 0 Likes: 0
The feeling of despair,
as haunting as the night,
lurking deep within the soul,
seeping out in small doses,
Seems so insignificant,
until it builds up,
and your heart becomes as dark as the shadow at your feet,
You look up at that full moon,
and its eerie light transforms you,
into a beast longing for a soul,
and anything but the full moon light.
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