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My Wolf

In the night I like to play,
For hopes that they will run this way,
Howling while I hold on tight,
To free the wolf that's trapped this night,

In this body cursed and bound,
To suffer in this human gown,
Alone I cry and try to hide,
This wolf that's dwelling deep inside,

With the pack I long to run,
To chase and catch the evening sun,
To howl, to leap, to sleep in woods,
This dream of mine it feels so good.
Written by Sapphirewolf
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Author's Note
The wolf is my favorite kind of animal.
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