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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


Refuse that..
There is a need to miss..
Refusing the urge..
To run behind..
To find a glimpse.
Then turning back..
Never to rewind..
Refuse that
There is a sense of presence..
Stitched in their absence.
To unwrap the cover..
To conclude while sober..
Then fold back..
Never to entwine.
Refuse that..
There is a greed to reach..
Refusing every attempted breach.
To steal the moment..
To feel the torment..
Then trapping it quick..
Never to come back..
But always getting weak..
When there are days..
To minds tweak..
The hearts just speak for themselves


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