reflection on suicide …
who understands the loneliness of dogs,
the sorrowing one night after another
before closed doors and windows
that are dead to their world?
who understands the hunger of dogs,
the wailing one day after another
before piles of blinding glass
that mirror a barren world?
yet placed before suns and stars,
dogs may cry, they may even sweat,
but never wish their death.
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