Excerpt Poem From The Wolf Pack Moon

The Big House If I were San Quentin, I would hold the key to everything evil. My heart would beat with the tattooed fists of men sentenced into my keep, boys gone crazy as their crimes. I’d feel li…

Source: Excerpt Poem From The Wolf Pack Moon

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