12-16-2018, 11:59 PM
I'm picturing a wounded retriever in a field, maybe shot, maybe wolved or bear'd, but with an angry tone towards some man or men that brought this about. I've met a lot of dogs named Bailey.
(11-28-2018, 10:14 PM)cloud Wrote: Bailey
Her soul is the blinding sun
scorched; is the sun scorched?
men's ashes shadow distant fields
like sorrow casted clouds
watching this bitch die
as her fading rays
desperately clung to the nearest object
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