fill 'yer brains
These words come along too...
The wolves' hang over my shoulders,
An unwanted, attentive curse,
Breathing in the fog.
The grey of the day matches the coat,
Gazes cutting my throat.
To the ends of the Earth.
These treats were handmade by (Brain) Mary Machin.
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