August 24, 2020

Beba poesia sem moderação II

 


I will go into the woods 

Barefoot and bered

To speak with my brethren

And walk among the wolfes

To remember my feral nature

Cure myself of human instinct 

I'll sharpen my fangs

Tear away my shame

And relish in my rage

At the forgotten beast

I now reclaim


Devin Burger 


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