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Howl of the Dragonwolf
I weep for the child raised by wolves For I am a dragon raised by man I know what it is to be feral To be stunted To be unable to perceive the brilliance of my kind Perhaps once they rescued me And I ferociously lunged at them I weep for the child raised by wolves I weep for the dragons raised by man Will we ever truly know what our bodies and minds could have been?