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Why can't the days seem to get easier?
Like it used to be when we were wild.
Like wolves in the night.
Howling at the moon above.
Following our instincts.
Making all those around us fear.
Your eyes stare deep into my soul.
Where the wolf once was.
Yearning to find her again.
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