I wonder what the moon would do
without the howling of wolves.
she must have a clear memory
of the first night that those voices
did not come from dreams...
the night when she swallowed her house key
so that no one else might rob her of silence
the night when things below
no longer statues
began to fathom the distance between.
without the howling of wolves.
she must have a clear memory
of the first night that those voices
did not come from dreams...
the night when she swallowed her house key
so that no one else might rob her of silence
the night when things below
no longer statues
began to fathom the distance between.
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