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Traces
Departures
Rips
Wounds
And sharp howls of a she-wolf in the forest
This has been the night of premonitions.
Tattooed with amber on the body of the moon
The hunger is reborn:
A smiling claw in thirsty eyes
One having bitten
The bodyfulness in the inconceivable Eden.
And once again in the mouth
Traces
Departures
Rips
Wounds
And sharp howls of a she-wolf in the forest.
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