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Wolves

If someone told me to vacuum the living room. I might cry. Even if it’s just the ghost who I like to talk to. Helping in his ghostly way. I might move to the woods. Just the trees, and wolves. Wolves are just people who wanted to retire, but are too young. Blinking menacingly and it’s fun. Howling in a bored way. We stay away from human things. The last chore I ever did… Cleaning the sink, maybe… Procrastination is- Us howling all night long.

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