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Who Will Forgive the Lovers?

Hellbent are we on this holy carnage

Copyright Yael Wolfe

My fingers are clumsy at the ivory keys. My voice is untrained in song.

I can’t please you with that secret chord.

I can only speak through these symbols on a page.

God, how I wish I knew another language, a different note. If I did, maybe you would finally be able to hear me.




We will not be tamed.

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I just want to be a big, bad wolf. | Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/gleDcD | Email: welcome@yaelwolfe.com

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