Where the wild things are...

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When the strength gives up, the arms let go exhausted, the anger starts to fade, and the lullaby to play. In a moment between beats, like all other wild beasts,

Coming down, far harder than going up.

Looking beyond the words and finding nothing

it's here and when the leaves fall, the light strikes it, baked yellow and orange. the leaves curl inward over time, having displayed its dying colors, it closed

We see life Pass day by day We see death Pass night by night When death comes around We run and hide We wish for it Not to find us When it goes after our friends We cry all night and day