Resilience
Born, Not Made
Some wolves arrive before the snow; No winter teaches teeth to bite. They learn which gentle doors will glow
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Some wolves arrive before the snow; No winter teaches teeth to bite. They learn which gentle doors will glow
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I wore pain like it belonged to me, a weathered coat I would not shed.
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Shadows fall; pulse slows Time slips, thin and gray Breath counts what it owes Minutes drain away
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