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Such sun-sweet bliss,

A lovely miss

By the name of Ella Tulle.

She spun her dress

From green cypress,

And for her I am a fool.

Into the wood

Her father took

Her all those years ago.

Now and again,

I see her when

The shadows start to grow.

Her golden skin

And gorgeous grin

Is lovely as can be,

But none compares

To how she glares

When the full moon sets her free.

Her glowering eyes

And howling cries,

I hear more than I should.

My hapless dove,

I am in love

With the werewolf in the wood.

( ?/?/2020 )

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