I can hear the rain outside,
calling me, begging me, into the wind so I can feel again
and make friends with myself and those who understand.
after all, we're just wolves howling at the moon.
souls mixed with the dark and the wet and the smell of fear,
i love this
ReplyDeletethanks, sweetie. :)
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ReplyDeleteI just found your blog and I love it! Great posts :)
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