Lone Wolf Gives Up
my wax self is melting
into the oak slats
which never held me up any way
the ones i did not
attend to never understanding
that this day would come
depleted now i give myself
up gladly wondering what will
remain
nothing i used wisely
for i took care of nothing
and no one
which is why
it does not matter any way
i am a lone wolf
flesh and bone
without a soul
i give myself up gladly
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