A howl from a stranger travels across the world for me. It captures my attention. Driven mad by its call. Traped, obeying it's every word. By instinct, I become attracted and obsessed. I thought, "He is my savior, he is my God." The howl turned into a screech.
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PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
