8:16 pm, Monday, 8th May
and in the light of the moon endless calls ring within my ears,
sounded by packs of wolves that search for their leader.
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dysphoria
Poetrysilent pleas from a heart that's been tainted blue, a mind that ripples in constant turmoil and a mouth that remains shut //
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8:16 pm, Monday, 8th May
and in the light of the moon endless calls ring within my ears,
sounded by packs of wolves that search for their leader.
