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Poetry

Each of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.

Wolf

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by kirkpr19

by kirkpr19

In your world so sterile,

it seems like I am feral.

Making no attempt,

to be like you kempt.

I'm not a mutt you can train,

no leash will ever restrain,

cause being me,

makes me so free.

I'm a wolf howling at the moon,

and that won't change any time soon.

My head held high,

to the night sky.