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By Daisy Sanchez


The air was stale,

Your eyes were pale,

On the metal table, you lay.

You whimpered soft,

A subtle cough,

From your quivering snout escaped.

I held your paw,

I clenched my jaw,

And spoke of words so sweet.

“You were my friend,

You were my love,

One day, again, we’ll meet”


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