Poems from mintyflesh
i bring home a warm soul
a bouncing tail
a warm tongue
what a gift
its nature is wild
it runs with delight
happy panting
what a gift
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we are fulfilled with ideas of change
we freeze in our tracks
thinking of the fears that we have been forced to believed
we do have such...
I sit here, so brood
imagining all the words I could blend
what a dulcet way of thinking
The way you percieve things
creates bubbling...