wolves pray with their teeth,
make love to the moon with their howling,
and piss on their sacred ground...
the hawk soars to infinity,
yet focuses on tiny movements,
and strikes with precision.
winos sleep with their bottle,
walk with their bottle,
see with their bottle...
all of these know something
we dont yet understand!
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