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Love Nov 2017
He reminds me of a wolf,
His feet are swift on ancient earth,
Arms carved from boulders that won't move,
Skin soft to the touch,
Eyes that burn with intelligence,
Lips that are soft, far from aggressive,
and a smile that is lathered with honest affection.
For my wolf.

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