i am a werewolf,
but i don't need a full moon
to be feared.
when the sun sets,
run.
keep running.
i am a prowler
with no shame
and taunting urges,
surges of want
and horrible thoughts
until i have done my deed
and then i am of no use.
keep running.
you are in my mind
and can't outrun that,
but you can avoid my
words and my touch.
please
do.
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