Howl Of Pity I tilt my misjudged face to the star scattered sky, My lips part, Ready to commence my feared song, My eyes reflect the universe, Flecked with my #life, Flecked with my death, Silence isn't real in my world, My ears were fined tuned and delicate as a moths wings, Then, My first song of sorrow, pleasure and happiness ripples through me, My very being, My soul, Released unto the forest, I was a wolf.
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