Sharp Music Synesthesia

February 18, 2010
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I see the cry of a wolf,
as it moves through the air,
bouncing off of clouds and hillsides,
moving straight towards me with teeth bared.

I feel the cry of a wolf,
as its song sinks its fangs
into my frail skin. It is sharp,
and the venom of its beauty: infectious.

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