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Harvest your blood
For frosty long nights
Lonesome werewolf in snow
The crow’s aura is pink
Milk & strawberries
Bucking trends
Eating sturgeons
You harvested last year
Your humor is sanguine
Like beavers caught smiling
On cold long nights
Lonesome werewolf
Don’t linger in hunger
The worm’s eating seeds so
The flowers won’t grow
The rose blooms in hay
When the red turns to blue
What will you do?
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