tearing

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Wolves howl on this silent night. Singing out anguish to the moon. Letting their fear and anger be known. Raising their voices, letting their pain be known.
Clear blue skies, starry nights The brightest star, the biggest constellation The world shines, forever bright
The dark shadow looms over me,
In the beginning, I ran. Hard and fast, Quick and light, Like lightning.   I took a bus. Drove away,
You left, but I’m not alone. You are still oozing out of my pores Whispering at my ears Tingling at my palms Fumbling with my words Playing with my hair Blinding my vision  Filling my soul
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