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FUTITLE WHISPER he told me of love once but it wasn't mine to grasp not then not now as he lays in the arms of another whispering my name my sadness weeps me inside a new day i whimper to its equal Loneliness for which I am apart there was this Wolf once whose life I shared there were no futitle whispers silent ones that mattered to the stillness from which they came he loved me all the same when no one else did his wolf smile glowed inside me until the light was gone and that darkness i live inside became my world some futitle whispers i'll never hear again except the silent ones only wolves leave behind . . .






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