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The hunting wolf is quickening its pace.
The blades are chasing in a never-ending race.
Disillusion is a friend that wants embrace.
As ointment for wounds that may never be erased.
The diamonds in the rough are making their beds.
Ignoring adventure for submission instead.
The undecided are caught in the middle.
Preoccupied with the mystery of riddles.