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Oct 2018
Tears like hounds I hold back
Alas, the chains snap
Broken as I
Cold eyes beat down
On my worthless pain
Scarlet stains mark my hands
Left by the scraping metal
They see the hounds
Those **** eyes,
Lift your gazes from me!
The very air chokes my throat
Leave be the wandering hounds
Eyes of winter
Can't you see my suffering?
Wolf
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Wolf  14/F/My dreams
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