I guess they need more angels in heaven,
They're preparing you for your flight.
Your eyes are heavy, your scales soft,
May your end be swift and slight.
I love you, little buddy. I'm sorry, I can't write anymore. We'll miss you, sweetie. 💔
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Random Poetry
PoeziePREVIOUSLY TITLED "WOLF POETRY". Come, indulge in these poems I have written. They come from the heart.
