A puppy sleeps
in a soft bed
made with the feathers
of rare birds.
I sleep on a floor
made of concrete
in an alley that
smells of piss,
waiting to die
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| A really long title for a really short poem that has to do with nothing A puppy sleeps in a soft bed made with the feathers of rare birds. I sleep on a floor made of concrete in an alley that smells of piss, waiting to die |
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