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Feed the Wolf, by Ben Hramiak

Weather is bitter, sitting on chair, smoking. Pipe allows small, dull Embers to be spewed forth. Tiny specs of dancing light Hurt my eyes. Wince at them. Think of spouse, thoughts turn to her without clothes. Berate self inwardly and … Continue reading

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