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Forever wild at heart

These thoughts like music;
these thoughts against the pulse.
When comes soft rains;
there the wind blows.
We want our scars;
we have our 'bruises'.
Forever wild at heart;
forever aloner range.

A play on Wild At Heart - Birds of Tokyo, When The Wind Blows, There Comes Soft Rains, Home Alone, Home On The Range, and an arrangement in poetrycritical.com

In reference to Lords of the Playlist, Track 62. Here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12240604/62/Lords-of-the-Playlist

Version 1.0: 11 November 2017

11 Nov 17

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