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I am the cold night air,

You cannot see me, but I am there.

I am a wolf keeping my pack alive,

Fighting for every chance to survive.

I am the color grey,

The shadow that follows you every day.

I am the forest where the squirrels hide,

I cannot kneel humbly, but I never show pride.

I am the pencil you hold in your hand,

The pathway to your dear heart's reprimand.

I am love, in innocent cadence cries,

Destroyed by the poison we call "lies."

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