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by phoenixv2

who would have thought it ends this way? The stars, how they had warned us. Now I don't know how to make you stay. I can feel your life slipping through. My hands shake, you are cold, and I never guessed, I never knew. My heart breaks as I let go. We never knew where this led, and now your blood is on my hands. As the lamb makes his final stand, I wish this wasn’t how it ends. And now the sands tell your time. As the wolf shouts to the moon, the stars above you, they align.
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phoenixv2
21 / Non-binary
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Written by
phoenixv2
21 / Non-binary
Published
Mar 20, 2017
Time
1m
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sonnet

revised 3/27/17

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#moon#time#stars#blood#wolf#snow#piano#sands#lamb#align
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