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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

Run

Run
To the arms of your beloved..
To the warmth of mother’s smother.
To the swamp of friends..
Who will catch you as you fall behind.
To the lump of earth..
Who will ground you on a desired find.
Run..
To the land of hopes..
Gripping on the rope tightly.
Give up a fair fight before it elopes.
Run..
Back to the times..
When someone held your fingers..
And gave a nudge to walk.
Laughter echoes while hearts applauded looking at you talk.
Run..
To the farm house..
Surrounded by your cousins lot..
Where you fought , shout , and slept cuddling each other.
Where all that meant was spending as much time together.
Run..
To the midnight charms..
To the calms beyond the lusciousness.
To the now you won’t believe…
How we obnoxiously rekindled kindness.
How we unknowingly forgot to be satisfied..
And instead ran away from our own slot of forgiveness.

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