All my friends are wolves
They bear a hunger in solitude
They lost the world of their desires
They stay locked up beside skeletons
Rainbows of sadness, new emotions
Yellow as birds they had known
Hold up the smile, lose your life
All My Friends Are Wolves (a poem)
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