Diffrent
Face scarred at birthMarks of strange origin
Branded upon an innocent body
Eyes of cold silver
These things have always
Been a part of me
Marking me at my birth
Different; A thing to fear
I protect those
Who can not protect themselves
But an forever alone
Always on the fringes
Never allowed close
Wolf Nomad
2-4-10
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