Iron Poet, Round XIII.
Welcome to the latest round of Iron Poet, the game where you give me three words and I give you a poem. This is an adaptation of a standard writer's workshop activity, and I do not claim the original concept. I just claim to enjoy doing it
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It beats and burns beneath her skin.
She has to play a monster's part.
The werewolf has a human heart.
When wolfsbane blooms, and stories start,
You'll hear her cry. Come now. Begin.
The werewolf has a human heart:
It beats and burns beneath her skin.
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