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Fur Fang AND Claw

Deep inside the Dark Woods
Lives a Battle-Scarred Being;
A Hell Hound of Demon’s looks,
Howling longingly at the Moon.
His Back is Bare,
His Nose is Stripped,
And his Tail is No More.

But his Eyes are a Gateway
Releasing his Soul
Pure White with Silver,
Gleaming Gold
Wide-Eyed innocence
On a Wondrous Winter’s day
Sitting and Watching Ptarmigans play.

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