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The lame dog Paws ****** from the gore of the trail Ceases Keeling over Ragged breaths chopping up the frozen air And whines mournfully At the wolves who have already disappeared Without a glance back.
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Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 6:21 PM UTC
Not Bent, Broken
The lame dog Paws ****** from the gore of the trail Ceases Keeling over Ragged breaths chopping up the frozen air And whines mournfully At the wolves who have already disappeared Without a glance back.
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Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 6:21 PM UTC
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