Werewolf

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Heart of ice
The color of black
Here I lay 
Waiting for the right time
I have sharp teeth
I have a tail
I love to howl
But only at the moon
I scream, I tear
I scratch, I snarl
It's painful
It hurts
The time has come
The moon is out
I come to life
I smell the living
I am hungry  

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Poem originally published on 1/8/2008

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