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Jan 2017
less love to suffer
I give you my all
the tragedies the utmost
for you I sit silent
to the broken calls all the hurtful
triumphs the cat calls
the boastful
slaps in my face the rants the
but stay
in my hope for you
my love is like a dogs
no matter how far away you go
or to whom
I await
and when you return
I will leap up on you
lick your face race around \
wagging my tail for you came back and
I was worried
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