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The razor-wolf spins lazy
in his winter den,
as his thoughts

rise like smoke, and perish on the wind
 
He is gathering the spools

of reason
around his finger
and winding them round, till his paws turn blue
 
Winter is closing in

all around him;

It is pinching him, from both sides

But soon, he will rise

from his den
Gaunt, but ready to hunt
 
He has sustained himself for long

enough,
on bones and hide

But now, he snaps his teeth at the falling snow
because

it is time, to hunt for flesh

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