poetry dog
poetry dog listened for the sound of my bed squeaking he would be right there curling up beside me after a few good turns i didn't need to read…
poetry dog listened for the sound of my bed squeaking he would be right there curling up beside me after a few good turns i didn't need to read…
i wanted to be everywhere at once i could see she was in need i was in need hell all of us are in need she was going places i…
it finally stopped raining but she was long gone *done* i was not sad only a bit lonely but that would heal in time it was the smell of her…