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In the wool I hide

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I am the wolf in sheep’s clothing

Slowly I stalk this death

My tongue sweating with the desires of life’s meats.

Playing coyly but in the end: It’s the gun – I’ve met

There are two of me, the shepherd and the wolf.



I am my enemy.



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