WEREWOLVES — PROBABLY

I Ate the Moon

Late Night Sacrificial Ritual of Surrender

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The Moon gave Herself to me again —
Tonight —
in all Her glory.

I basked as I bathed
in the bright of Her Light
as She wove tales of Her many phases.

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I love to rhyme, often sensually. I have to write, otherwise insanity. I leave my heart on paper. Feel free to feel my feels. I comment lovingly and completely.

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Anthony O'Dugan

Anthony O'Dugan

I love to rhyme, often sensually. I have to write, otherwise insanity. I leave my heart on paper. Feel free to feel my feels. I comment lovingly and completely.

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