The clock ticks above us all We turn around in time to see the leaves fall To make eye-contact isn’t the best When your face faces North And your feet face West But it is our right to peer at whatever we please But when you look at me You’ll stare at the breeze
“Lisa!” said my owner sharply.
“Lisa!” said my owner sharply. “Don’t tug at your leash!” I showed her I didn’t care by looking at her then kept tugging.
in my mind... a maze of ideas, fears, moments, memories... a twisted path, twisted, dismal, sweet, melancholy my mind like no one’s maybe more dark, deep, profound.
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