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Within your eyes
Is where the wolf resides.
But within your soul
I can see
Through the windows
Of your frayed mind.
And inside there is a sheep
Wandering around the fence you have built.
There is purity in the kindness of your smile
Without the fierce teeth and howling at night.
Little sheep—give up your "wealth".
And tear down
yourself.
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Hope in the Mourning
PoetryCOMPLETE ✔️ Highest ranking: #175 in Poetry! (3/15/17) - Where there is mourning, there is also hope. Despite the struggles and the losses we mourn-mental, physical, or emotional-good can come out of it. But even when there seems to be not hope as a...
