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He
The lone wolf,
Is sitting in a crowd,
Surrounded by faces,
Faces he knows but he doesn't.
He
The lone wolf,
Is plodding through the dark,
His eyes searching for a prey,
A prey or a cure,
To tear his loneliness apart.
He
The lone wolf,
Sits quiet in a corner,
A corner so far,
Hunger and tears,
Are holding his eyes,
He looks for his moon,
In the empty dark sky.
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Updated on September 15, 2017
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