An empty bowl.
A squeaky toy.
A bed gone cold.
A nose print on the glass.
Paw prints on the mat.
A lonely leash.
An empty collar.
Bites of you all around but.
your presence Is no longer to be found.
I will forever remember.
That cold December.
The official literary magazine of Wilson College
An empty bowl.
A squeaky toy.
A bed gone cold.
A nose print on the glass.
Paw prints on the mat.
A lonely leash.
An empty collar.
Bites of you all around but.
your presence Is no longer to be found.
I will forever remember.
That cold December.
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