with the sun between his teeth | shortstory √

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sometimes i think the wolf is in love with the moon, and each night it cries for a love that it shall never have, and you just sit there staring at the wolf, not saying a word, causing it to crawl back to its cave and try again the next night, and the next, and the next, waiting for her to utter words towards him, never stopping. - thats my love for her. endless. when ever the stars would align,something would come out and give us false hope. a shooting star. it would glide across the night sky shinning brightly leaving a trail of light behind it's path. and both of us would wish - the wolf and i. for a timeless love

it never came