Saturday, April 3, 2010

Cover Up My Toothbroken Veneer

LOBO - by marcelmaina

feel deep in my gut and Chocolate.
could say that more than one morning I wake up feeling lonely dog's jaws.
not choose, it is instinctive. I try to find explanations for why at night I do a tremendous effort hold my howl. Why when I run I enjoy the feel that my legs are feet that sink into the ground and imagine chasing prey. Not like, almost devour, without any conscious desire to capture life between my teeth, drive and extract from it some blood.
Because I am wolf no moon, no pack, with few hairs and cold calm.

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