DuPont
He Sat there
He Sat there
Unconditionally at my side awaiting work at a moments notice.
Black and tan, tall and lean, descended from wolves.
Gnaws on femurs of cattle to expend the stresses of the day.
His beauty snapping necks of rubber necker's passing by deciding a safe path to walk.
His villainous facial markings disguise the affection of me from the fake.
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