20/09/2019
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Around September
I start to howl
My hands turn to claws
I don't walk, I slither
My eyes become slits
And I don't speak, I growl
My soul rises
Spirit intensifies
Strength magnified
And the innocent girl becomes innocent no more
I feel it in my bones
The changing of the seasons is here
And Halloween is near
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