#ghilil

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I am a wolf, She… A gentle caress, ethereal Who comes in slow, misty Wonderful in her quietest ways. She blocks the moon’s sweetest rays Dilutes them to fragile platitudes, And hangs them from the heavens once more. Glass birds in the night’s sleepy arms… Who sing softly amongst the stars, Dim in comparison to any and all other parts that may come to pass And I the wolf, a hungry and mangy thing, whom time has never treated well, And whom loves with fangs and tenderness alike, follow.

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Ttthe winds howling in silence gotta wwwwwonder where every ones wwwandered off too. "You're very quiet today you know?" Someone - no something nods her creaking head "do you want to stop?" She doesn't reply. You reach out to touch her hand but it splits down the middle and blood starts to drip. "D-do you want t-to stop miss?" She leans forward. Her eyes are sewn shut but you get the impression she still sees every singlular twitch your body produces. You attempt to lean backwards only to hit the wall. "M-miss it's i-in your contract. If y-you wish to r-request assistance at a-an-any time-" the darkness behind her shoulders is writhing, you can see flashes of fangs. The air is keening like a starved dog. Hair tickles your nose. You close your eyes. You open them. She sits across from you once more at a reasonable distance. smoke seeps from her nails, her legs are crossed she's tapping her claws rythmatically across the metallic table. The wind blows in through an open window, crisp and chilled. Hands you cannot see rest upon your shoulders, they feel deathly. "We're terribly sorry but we could not reach the number you were attempting to call at this time. Please hang up and try again later."