After the last baby died.
And her needs being thereof and such,
that I bought her two young puppies.
And as I watch them pull and tug
at her long nipples.
Fitting teeth marks left behind.
lactating copious amounts
happy she now is.
And those familiar popping noises.
I will take their each one it's place
somehow,
when they are borne away as well.
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