my loud possessive flesh
failed
is novel.
passed it on a puppy farm,
two little lungs evokes
me spirit:
Crying, index to be bought,
appearing real —
moving
Dramatic scenery
but needs two
obey CINEMA seem
Art
make friends, happy and cheery,
your own, minature
bench.
By Priyanka Moorjani 8F
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