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Dogs greet, everytime, they meet, they meet, everytime, like the first time, pushing their, wet nose against you, to play, everytime an urge to, rush and stay.. while sleeping, when aproached, their tail, would still keep dancing, while digging their, sniffs onto their toys, they come to you, all jumpy and pouncing, with eyes seeking, approvals... They keep you protected, in a manner like, no one else, they check if you are okay, and follow you, to a cave or, a shabby mess.. They make requests, which even though, hit rejects, doesn't end up, reflecting stature, rubbing themselves, all over you, they sit alongside, as if they are, always ready for the ride, whenever... If it's late, They wait, If it's hate, They relate, If it's tears, They seek to distract.. Trust me, At some point they do, Have the power to read your mind.. They come to check, On you at night, They always acknowledge, That you are right, Your daughter just adores it's presence, Even though more ofte


There is a bleak sense of..
Chaos in your absence.
A tick sense of remorse..
Felt your essence.
A prick from a pin..
Oozing drops of blood.
Falling down with a thud.
The barks in my brain..
Drowning with pain.
A profound silence..
Convoluted conscience.
A voice defeating consequence..
Arguing in the defined sequence.
Thoughts getting obsolete..
Questions just self repeat.
A mere response they try to seek..
While distances get OBlique.


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