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Writer's pictureEvelyn Creon

Diamond


I miss her fur, eyes, black tongue, and ears.

Her whimper, bark, laugh, and tears.


I miss her joy, grief, and sadness.

Her anger, fear, love, and madness.


I miss the days when we would play,

Take walks, and tell her my frustrations once a day.


I miss her name rolling off my tongues tip.

Her company, and companionship


I loved my dog and I'm not afraid to say,

That I miss her every single day.

written by Evelyn Creon

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