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To My Shelter Dog

I walked into the shelter looking for a friend. I wanted a small dog because I thought I would be one of those girls to carry my dog around in my purse everywhere. I walked around and all the dogs were barking and running around their little enclosures. I stumbled upon you. They called you Oreo because you were black and white. You were curled up…read more

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Being Seen

When I realized he could see me,
the way I use humor as a distraction.
The way I crave love,
even though I hide from the world.
When he lovingly pointed out the parts of me
that I thought I’ve been hiding so well,
I melted.
I feel naked,
I feel seen.
Being seen is better than being loved.
Many men will have loved me by this time,
the…read more

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