Because I am never good at beginnings, I write words that never make it from my mind to my mouth. They slither to hide under my tongue, like medicine I pretend to swallow, as I speak words that are mine but never came from me.
Friday, November 2, 2012
12 - Doggy Bussiness
Rebel intent on finishing off the chew toy before Tinker wakes up.
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