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By sassy Date: 2005 Jun 22 Comment on this Work [[2005.06.22.10.29.28837]] |
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When the full moon creeps up on me I can't sit still my thoughts turn to primal things wild animal lust deepening despair a veil of frantic anxiety falls between me and the world. I am sensitive to demons not the ones of the night but they of the soul and I battle them even in your embrace where any other day I would nestle into the safety of you. So if, once in every cycle of the moon I come howling like a she-wolf to your door don't turn me away, I swear I'll be back to normal in the morning. |