My hackles are up
My fangs are bared
I need to run
I need to hunt
I need to fight
I need to fuck
Tonight my howl is stuck in my throat
Growls are all that come out
My nose is to the wind
But all I smell is sour
I want to lick my chops and taste blood
And let the crimson stain my muzzle
As a reminder
As a warning!
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