it has
no schedule of its own.
night
or day.
when you're in a crowded
room,
alone.
there is no rhyme no
reason
found.
no getting from point
a to
b.
it just happens.
the heart comes around.
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real
experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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