Dream wolves ghosting through the night
Whose yellow eyes dart and pierce with eternal sight
And ears that curve and twist like an idle rite
Fur barely rustling at this awful height
On the summits of the mountains of the Wolf Dream...
-Sunwolf
Something is missing from my life. That old cliche. It's back, but in a new context, because I am the one saying it. There is something missing. Maybe it was never there. Maybe I am the defect.
posted by Sunwolf at 9:13 PM
About me? *sigh* Let's go with bulletpoints, shall we? -Writes some -Reads some -Enjoys good food -Enjoys no particular style of music -Prefers Asian flicks -Runs out of self-description very quickly.
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1 Comments:
I fear you may be...a writer. gah!
=P
-Dori
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