Golden retriever energy
from a human marshmallow
Squidgy, and layers of softness
So sickly, it’s yellow
Push me and shape me
Gelatine-free
and never fully set
I long for warmth and comfort
Never opaque
Vulnerable, in my mellow
My eyes, a book to be read
Transparent, in my lack of mystery
Terrified by streams of novels
On each day’s invisible stage
If they could see my elements
As I transmit,...
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