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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

The Pencilbox

There was a time..
When all I could wish for was a Pencilbox..
A shiny one..
With buttons..
To press and impress..
Swirling like the dress.
Dreaming night and day..
Where every second the thought would stay.
How I could land into this box full of play.
I ended up never owning one..
But suddenly that wish..
Seems to be now an innocent display..
Where wanting wasn’t owning per say.
And now even when it’s over and beyond the Pencilbox..
All that’s left over..
Is why can’t I have the things..
That I had back in the day..


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