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ode to wolves

It was perfect before I had a name

I knew she was my wing-ridden angel the very moment my eyes were blessed

she laughs when she wants to cry

and her smile

it only gets deeper

she still holds the pieces of her broken halo...

 

once again I talk about wolves

because everyone has their problems

yes I do

and I've seen them circling fangs out

when I closed my eyes and made my peace with god

that moment

that moment lasted forever

and ever since I left it I am only trying to get back

 

yes i do remember when darkness was so constant I forgot about light

yes, I know how it changed me

she was the only beautiful thing I've ever known

 

Heaven sent me an angel

that's the only way

I wish I was holding her now

I wish I could tell her I love her

maybe I can

once again we talk about wolves

outside its raining

I love the rain

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Written by
torin
Published
Aug 1, 2018
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#spicybois#sadbois#thiccbois#thenewwhopperitoonlyatburgerking#onionrings#kingsdead
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