Werewolf
Location
Running though the woods, hiding in the bushes, breathing though the air.
I walk though so carefully, and only to feel a stare.
I see you, and fell in love, only the though of you stained my mind.
You hurt your enemies, kill your meal, and to me you are kind.
I love you werewolf, for who you are.
I wish nothing of all, but to be close to you instead of far.
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