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    w e r e w o l f

 
 
floating above  
the rusted landscape of chagrin  
replete with the stench of dead  
and the scurry of scavengers  
in the hot white noon of late summer  
 
amidst gripping talons flapping wings  
waxen discarded innards    
 
i yearn for  
 
the desolate yellow moon  
a blood red moon  
lifeless moon  

dangling mangled mashed squashed  
 
may be  
 
because it is  
 
passive  
blind  
beautiful  
 
unlike anything  
i am you are we have  
 
despite those 21 grams  
 
despite everything  
 
 
Written by Whitewand6
Published | Edited 15th Aug 2012
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