http://slow.writerscafe.org/wolfshrew The original writings of author wolfshrew en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775975418 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I crave the end of the day the end of every day, parallel withfear of the endof my startI bat away the death of my motherand her passing time,I grasp every moment with her through walls,I can't see it just yetwithout hermy lifeI crave the end of today,every day,because I've l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfshrew/1835739/ Raw, not writing of regret. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wolfshrew/1820689/ I am deterred by many beasts, somewhere inside myself I restrain the urge to express outwardly. I've come to be timid and lush in the ways of barely existing outside of my body.I haven't felt covered in much but fear since the day we declared us all lost and immoral. 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