The big bad wolf
Runs through town
Everybody hides
Their afraid of the wolf
Even though it doesn't mean harm
It's looking for a friend
Some company
But one girl steps out from her hiding place
She approachess it
And carefully sticks out her hand
The wolf looks her in the eye
And sniffs
It licks her hand, nuzzels it
She smiles
And from that moment
They are no longer
Alone
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selfwritten
PoetryJust some poetry i made whenever i get bored or inspired. It usually doesn't rhyme,is usually sad and kinda depressing, but it makes sense to me. tell me what you think. :)
