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Feb 2015
The soul no longer whole,
the other half gone.
The wolf mourns it's mate,
never to complete the song.

No pups to ease his passing,
her heart now shattered.
Gone rouge now,
for nothing else really mattered.

A lone wolf wandering,
praying her time will end.
From this world she will go,
and to her mate she'll ascend.
Wolves mate for life. Two souls made one.
NMarieL
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NMarieL  Canada
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