poems Wolf January 22, 2014by heather anne a wolf curls his lip his fang-baring smile reveals everything at once Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...
Some call it red 
Dinner time? I wonder if that’s what my food thinks when I’m cooking it.
I like that, very visual
Thanks 🙂
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