Time is fleeting, gently speeping,
Shadowed hearts lie broke and weeping,
And all the while the hopes we're keeping,
Are falsehoods, like the darkness creeping,
Our souls fill with sorrow seeping,
With all the bitter lies we're reaping,
And deep within the pain is sleeping,
To cry inside where no one's peeping.
written by the wolf.
circa 91
who'd have thought the wolf had a heart.
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