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Tell me again, Father,

I’m the prefect daughter-

When all I want to be is the crescent moons

Resting like strong soldiers

In the grooves of my palms.

I am but (outgrown)

Lonely bones,

Quaking with frostbite, numbed with rage.

A wolf's jaw:

locked, teeth tearing

into the chilled flesh of your neck.

Lena Jane


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Its an amazing poem(:


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"Baby260" wrote:

Its an amazing poem(:


Thank you. smile

Lena Jane


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I like your writing style! C:
It's a good poem! ^-^


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