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And he howls

In memory

Of something he can’t quite remember

Yet

Can never forget

The echo filling the sky

In a way no other wolf

Ever could

Achingly

Reachingly

Beseechingly

And

No matter how many wolves sang

Under the light of that oh so full moon

Always

Forever

Painfully

Plaintively

He was lonely

In singularity

Alone

For there were no others like him

Anymore

He sang without harmony

There were none to sing with him

For he was the last

Of the lycanthrope

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