Canine
i am a dog.
i wait here,for you.
why do i remain here?
the walls,they cave-
the door i wait at is moldy.
please,come back.
i am nothing.
i feel the itch of mange,
sickness festering in my gut.
i wilt and die here.
when are you coming home?
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