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The Hungry WereWolf

The Night Feeds On Flesh

By Carol Ann TownendPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
The Hungry WereWolf
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Terrifying snarls echo through streets,

Steel knives glisten under the frosty moon,

The night feeds on flesh.

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Carol Ann Townend

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    Written by Carol Ann Townend