A man or a bear?
Full moon, and I howl, tired of men and bears and bearing it all. Let them come, let them crawl, this time our fangs will show. Time poured over books in anatomy, to play hide and seek with their arteries. Can't respect us? fear us then, little Red, with a shotgun hidden in her cape.
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