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Go.  Go.

I want to rip holes in the past

Devour all the child's broken dreams

and jacknifed hope

Take the lonely boy into my arms

Weep tears together, we share pain

As the memories live again

The mind is mending, not the little child

After.  Hunting.

Seeking.  Haunting.

Divided as I seek the living spooks.

I have came too far, I have overcame much

Go.  Go.

The wolf's snout curled and frothy

With the victories to come

I am feeling the love draw me back

from the queer unknown

After.  Hunting.

Seeking.  Haunting.

if I could, I would devour all the child's pain

if I could, I would rip holes in the past

Then again would I be the strong person

I am today?

All I am able to do is hold the child

Allow the healing to take place