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Dogs welcome you home.
You could be gone just minutes,
feels like days to them.
Life looking through glass
Everything is crystal clear,
just out of your reach.
Living on the edge.
Nothing below to save me,
from that tempting ledge.
There's no manual.
For how we should live our lives.
In every language.
That fleeting sadness,
it does seem to come and go.
Tames the tears that flow.
Dread dismantled hope.
Left in tears hope shrank from life,
lived to tell the tale.
I hope that you know.
I am always here for you,
though it may not show.
If you should grow out of me,
with love I will let you go.
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