These bones are my own
I own these words like Capitals of the world
Welcome to Rome
The dogs don't roam the cities as it is,
I feel their grip like a felt tip-pen
I can still hear them near
Hunt dogs prowling my mind
Like a thief in the night
My words don't tip toe
My heart has no fear
Feel free to flow like a river
I need every jaw to deliver
Without a flaw
Little litter they deliver too
©phyllrype
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