Raddits. The both of them.
One a white one with red eyes and a black one with green eyes.
But really what made them different?
Just two of many.
All waiting to be devoured by that blueish black wolf.
Then there was wolf himself, that old sinner in blue, who lay in wait wearing rabbit's clothes; luring them in with his beautiful blue eyes.
Tell me little rabbits, white and black; will you let him eat you? Or will you get away?
You know at one time he was a fox and now he is a wolf.
But will you believe it?
Now answer me this: what happens when a fox becomes a wolf?

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The Truth of the Matter
PoesiaThese short stories/poems come from diffrent points of view each chapter. Most are metaphors but all are about people. Now can you guess what i mean by them?