One night after school,
her blond hair over her eyes,
she glimpsed in the torn couch
a glimmer of brown.
It barked at her and rolled at her feet.
Mommy had made her a gift.
- A brown puppy, a friend.
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The Stars Are Made Of Dust
PoetryThe Stars Are Made Of Dust - A collection of poems about a little girl who wanted to be okay. She was a child too scared to live a teenager that didn't want to live she became a woman thrilled to live the entire potential of what life is. - Untold...
