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Puppies
b a r k i n g...
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The nights are starting to stretch into early
evenings – where there once was a boundless...
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you thought walls don’t move
but they do...
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Tail bent and buckled
Body painted with tyre marks...
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Shivering heather
awaken to misty moors...
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I long for you to be with me
like dew on grass at morning free...
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eyes that only dream of you,
bore holes in others searching...
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A wild horse
races across a nearly...
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The moon is out of reach despite my need
to pull it from the space it occupies...
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There are days when words
go bumper to bumper with...
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we can only live for so long
on a scorched planet...
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edit: This poem might trigger someone.
I don't want that, so I'm putting this warning...