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-Grief (The Wolf)-
The sharpest wolf, among the wolves,
the wolf in wolves' clothes.
a canine tongue, a thirst for blood,
and howling lungs make you weak
but dear moon, know I
would be mere lonely hide
if only I could last so long short your face
The wolf in wolves', the wolf in wolves
the wolf in wolves' clothes
my howling lungs, my thirst for blood
and my canine tongue speaking sweet
grief thief of my time
and I find meat on your bones
the forest watches as i make the same mistakes
grief thief of my time
and I find meat on your bones
the frozen pond frames your grand potential
grief thief of time,
find meat on bones
Our maker looks on so I kneel at her feet and I sing
Dear God on High, Mother Divine,
may I ask that I not tarnish the only love
the only love I have ever known short of your grace.
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