Pet House - Poem by Nyein Way
Touching, soothing, encouraging, caring, feeding
but where are my identities?
Is this life you are calling?
Have you ever thought about life you are feeling ever second?
Pet house packed with pretencious fidelity.
Cut out your life that is full of pet-hates!
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