A remnant of words said with love
Or silence
They seep from the cracks, when the night is running out
Or the day refuses to begin
And the sun is crooked, or the moon
Simply watches
In those moments, my fingers curl around
Altogether more wolflike they become
And the stars bear nothing but the same message, thousandfold
Our stasis is not your own
From our place up above we will shout your name
Through the darkness
We will make up for the whispers
We will make you live forever
©another
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