the pup lies belly upward
to the sky
on busy road life is hard
easy to die.
no mourning ****** entrail
washed by rain
leaves no mark echoed trail
of faintest pain.
if i had stopped someday
touched it thin
lived it then in someway
on my skin.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 10:23 AM UTC
the pup lies belly upward
to the sky
on busy road life is hard
easy to die.
no mourning ****** entrail
washed by rain
leaves no mark echoed trail
of faintest pain.
if i had stopped someday
touched it thin
lived it then in someway
on my skin.
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