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Jan 2019
You are my special person.
Who took me away from my cramped prison.
I want to always be your good boy,
Each day a new memory to enjoy.
When you're happy I want to wag my tail up in the sky.
When you're not I want to nuzzle you as you cry.
I may not be able to see the color in your eyes,
But I hope you can see the love in mine.
Written by
Matt  24/M
(24/M)   
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