She was here. She was here with me. She was precious and tiny but she was big and brave. She she was a lost boy's best friend. She was named after dessert and the sweetest soulmate I could tour the Earth with.
Dorothy had Toto and by beautiful circumstances granted by the universe, I had her. I grew up wishing for a "Toto" of my own but I got something much better. I got her and she got me, we had each other and she was here.
She was here. She was here walking the Earth everyday with me. She's not the only one I can say words of this nature about from down here. She's not the only one I have loving me from up there.
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PoetryA true story of a generation riddled and shrouded by lies birthed before them.
