When Wolves Sing

 

When Wolves Sing

 
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The wolves have come back    
they always come back    
scratching at the door    
howls echoing deep within  
something feral responding in need  
I have always known  
I am not alone  
my whole life listening  
to the music of their songs  
and for a short time  
until their voices fall still  
I am free  
 
The wolves have come back    
singing  in harmony      
my guts twisting with need    
puking undigested the breeding of me  
set me free!      
from the dog collar of society    
throwing open the door      
let me die fighting  
for love and trust and family    
ripping throats out    
snarling    
in my dreams

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