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Maybe the moon is a mere dream silver and round, and perhaps the wind barely a breath, the breath miserable still breathing. Since my beloved was witness and victim of my transformation, revealing my life before I die, I live in this hole contained dirty and without light, full of insects and rodents that feed me, furrowed by fetid waters that assaulted my nostrils and my dignity. While licking the wounds inflicted upon me by the weakness of that love, I ignore my instincts, my home, my fate. Sometimes I return sewers murky reflection of a man, and sometimes that of a vile animal.