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Sep 2021
my old dog feet
won't
carry bones
padding over floors
tiny paws and tiny toes

in a street of lights
new smells
hollowed out
do you see reflections
of the wonders outside?

downstairs stop!
am I
lead right?
as plain as pain
my heart is a bleed

bathe me again
buckets
soapy warm
may well never
fill me to the brim
Written by
Sam Lawrence  52/M/London
(52/M/London)   
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     MS Anjaan, vb and JD
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