She shed layers of skin walking her dog across the green line on a shady day. The cloudsgreys look permanent but fades away as she walks her dog. The heavens look real, like the dark is nothing at all. She can touch her face for the first time, feel beauty in her rise, the evil fall. Her shiba-inu leads her, has a head start. Fox-faced, curled-matted tail, fox teeth, gold for fur. They run run, run, like never before, go , go , go......But she's got to slow down. The Anthropomorphism, the existentialism, feel the love, over analyze the world. The beauty in nature, let her shiba inu sniff what ever she wants to....
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lovely write^__^ and in my opinion you are a great poet!
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