i am a dog. 

i wait here,for you. 

why do i remain here?

the walls,they cave-

the door i wait at is moldy. 


please,come back. 

i am nothing. 

i feel the itch of mange,

sickness festering in my gut.

i wilt and die here. 


when are you coming home?

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