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My True Companion


She wags her tail

As I sit here and wail.

I think "How did i deserve this?",

as she licks the tears off the surface.

I say Abby stop im not in the mood,

so she sits by my side as if she understood. 

I look down to see her tongue hanging out,

suddenly I no longer need to pout. 

All I need is her and I,

in this world where things dont always comply.

 

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