Black Dog

hannah miller
Feb 24, 2017 · 1 min read
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Black dog comes to sit at her feet and

One by one her dreams are extinquished

Like dying stars in the sky

Unnoticed and misunderstood

Which she can no longer pinpoint

Because she no longer cares

To beat her wings furiously against the cage

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Story telling was a part of my history. I grew up on an Island in the Atlantic where oral stories were told for entertainment.

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