not exactly.
This is empty corners in a room,
a missing food bowl,
silence where once was quiet whine,
space beside my knee
where once was fuzzy head.
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- Brat Farrar (
bratfarrar) wrote,
Brat Farrar
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poem by me: absence
not exactly.
This is empty corners in a room,
a missing food bowl,
silence where once was quiet whine,
space beside my knee
where once was fuzzy head.
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