Every morning, every evening and every night she waits in the shadows ...Waits for someone to come closer and take her out of her obligatory tranquility,From her bitter and eternal hope that someone passing by will notice her,As I write these words she is still there waiting to be noticed,Not just wait for a plate of food ... She hopes to be loved.
I love the dog
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