WOLF BOY
It happened, I met him in the woods.
And it was a very dark night.
I was afraid. My feet hurt.
And He looked bad as a wolf.
But something in his eyes ...

...
 
And broke all my fear.
Being poor, perhaps, is not easy.
Being bad - it is to be alone.
I stroked him. He never felt something like this.
And then he lay quietly in my lap
and we were just quiet. Until dawn.
Quivered from the warmth of my hands
and for the first time he is good.
I listened to his heartbeat
and loved it ...
I loved a wolf.

 
WOLF BOY
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WOLF BOY

For the tattoo artist Bruce The Lightning by Yoan Galabov

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