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Lycanthropy
I am a coiled spring
in the celestial timepiece,
of the earth, the sun, the moon.
I am a servant of your rotation.
In a silent sky, black as onyx,
I sleep in peace,
but as the clock strikes full moon,
I ache with the restlessness
of a tortured man.
Sunday 3rd March 2013 6:15 pm
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