He smells like parchment
And dried, oolong tea.
He looks like a wolf.
But not really a wolf.
His smiling face,
Always smiling.
The Gods are his people.
He is in love with one.
Before him, is bright light.
He stares at it with much curiosity
And love.
His hands, cold.
After being exposed, all day long.
He never talks about his father,
But his grandmother lives far away.
He finds solace in sketching.
Adding many little details.
But what is his name?
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 10:27 AM UTC
He smells like parchment
And dried, oolong tea.
He looks like a wolf.
But not really a wolf.
His smiling face,
Always smiling.
The Gods are his people.
He is in love with one.
Before him, is bright light.
He stares at it with much curiosity
And love.
His hands, cold.
After being exposed, all day long.
He never talks about his father,
But his grandmother lives far away.
He finds solace in sketching.
Adding many little details.
But what is his name?
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