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May 2015
We are the 3am mourners
Bad dream insomniacs
The wailing you shut out with your window
As we continuously search for hope
amongst the darkness.
We are a chorus of lost, deranged, damaged wolves
Howling for a moon
We just can't seem to find.
Written by
Tessa F  California
(California)   
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