poem

a man his bulldog he walks a photographs his time
pain is not just a word a fealing
steps back on trust as he blinds tae see
foot steps burn as i move in seconds
they dont see the drain of ink
some people dont think open to what should
as i crawl from a fealing that should not be
[my words lee smillie]
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