(4.Feb.2013)
Little,
little wolf, hiding from Red Riding Hood.
She
gives nothing to you but flesh and blood.
Look for her, find her, hunt her, taste her before it’s late.
The Hunter comes; time and death come.
Look!
There she comes in joyful red.
Through
the woods, old and grey.
Catch
her youth and get her smile.
Feed
yourself and survive.
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