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Aug 2015
I am a wolf.
You are the moon,
my moon.

I climb the highest mountains,
just to see you.
Continuous cries of love,
with nothing in return.

Sailing so high above the clouds,
you must forget what its like,
to be a wolf,
to be so low.

Our love will never be.
Destined for failure,
you can never be mine,
Luna Boy.

Yet I will always return
to you.
Even when you leave me alone,
howling in the darkness of my mind.
Luna O'neil
Written by
Luna O'neil  New York City
(New York City)   
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