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No man’s land
No woman’s land
I will suffer none
to trespass, but one

The wolf inside,
will no longer hide
Tearing at my chest
As moon is seen, west

Howling; demanding to be free
To roam these wastelands
alone with thee, like wind:
take flight over the sands

Thief known as morning light
sneaks up, steals our night
You, forever roam free
I, stay til’ wastelands break me

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