my heart is a stray dog,
endlessly ferreting throughout the world,
for a face that feels like home,
one that will simply love him,
even if it’s unhealthy,
because its the one thing,
he craves the most.
Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 1:24 AM UTC
my heart is a stray dog,
endlessly ferreting throughout the world,
for a face that feels like home,
one that will simply love him,
even if it’s unhealthy,
because its the one thing,
he craves the most.
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