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Jul 2010
I can smell your agony,
watch you suffer,
catch you for supper.
I can tell you're onto me.
I am the wolf.

I've walked countless trails
to the same slaughter,
she ran but they caught her.
My happiness is frail.
I am the wool.
By Shashank Virkud- From Miracle/Whimsical
Shashank Virkud
Written by
Shashank Virkud  Tallahassee, FL
(Tallahassee, FL)   
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     Shashank Virkud and JL
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