
How did I come to be here?
Cold wraps around me in fear.
No matter how far I walk,
I can hear them move and talk.
Muttering curses on me
with faces, I cannot see.
They surround me on each side.
There’s nowhere for me to hide.
I must get out of here soon.
Before the next full moon.
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