and she
draped in red
became fury and fear
and when the moon howled for her
she called for her pack to be near
draped in red
became fury and fear
and when the moon howled for her
she called for her pack to be near
I miss those mornings where the house was loud and alive. The chattering of my children; the arguing, the laughing, the hurriedness of tryin...
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