In a world of gelatinous souls,
She prods at her self,
Wondering why they were able to give way,
While she was not.
But with a sticky arm around her,
Even though her form was solid,
Now her security was too,
That embrace had meant a lot.
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Pawsitive Poetry
PoetryThis poetry thing is mighty hard, but I'll give it a go. Featuring my photography ;P (still need to take photos for most recent chapters) Highest rank // # 378 in Poetry, 4/18/17 First rank? // # 911 in Poetry, 3/24/17
