He was people.
He was a good boy.
He started out
As a ball of fluff
Who fell asleep in my arms
While we decided which ball of fluff to take home.
“This one.”
There was no choice.
He was the loving one.
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He was people.
He was a good boy.
He started out
As a ball of fluff
Who fell asleep in my arms
While we decided which ball of fluff to take home.
“This one.”
There was no choice.
He was the loving one.