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Dec 2017
She was the moon
Beautiful and gentle
And I like a wolf
Feral and lost
Would follow

She pulled at the ocean
The ocean pulled back
She stumbled and
Fell into the water

And I am a wolf, still
Terrible and wild
Wandering still
Lusting for light
In summers nights
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Nonah
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Nonah  Colorado
(Colorado)   
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