There is no plateau to the kind of hunger I harbor with you. There is just falling.
I am under your heart. I beat against it; the voice of my wolf is the roar of your blood. Torn and tattered is the only way you can perceive the truth of my hunger.
There is no plateau to the kind of hunger I harbor with you. There is just falling.
I am under your heart. I beat against it; the voice of my wolf is the roar of your blood. Torn and tattered is the only way you can perceive the truth of my hunger.
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