“It was snowing and the forest was silentShe turnedand began to speakbut I couldn’t hear the wordsThe sounds that issued forthshed my wolf skinand we made loveThe crunch of boots on snowa gunshotwefled”Where have you gone? November138 Years Later The bouncer was a mountain of a man. Once he recognized me, his eyes set into… Continue reading Tame
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