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Oh, I’m bleeding
Wait
No just tears, dripping from the red brown fur of my pocket fox
Wait
That’s my dog, my child
in fur form
The tears are mine, or hers, can’t tell by the light of the moon
Full and bright like white hot love on blinding sand
Rage and salt kisses
Never to be forgotten
She licks my wound, how did that get there
Her tiny paw like a rabbit’s foot
Luck can’t stop the bleeding
Oh, wait
Just tears
I wake soaked in tears
Just a dream, just a dream.
About the Creator
Nicole Elan
From the mountains to the sea, several lifetimes of me, scrawled on the page for some to see.
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