cukursēne ([info]saccharomyces) wrote on March 30th, 2018 at 05:36 pm
The lover you forsake in dreams becomes a wolf at daybreak:
run softly, leave no trace,
pass light-footed through the years.
Or else lie down with the wolf, let her find you.
One drop of blood will suffice.
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