at night
i hear the cold drip of
ice
melting.
this gives me hope.
this
puddle
on the floor beside
the bed,
almost as warm
as a hand
upon my shoulder, this
gives me hope.
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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