happy_the_dog

happy_the_dog

CA

14 years old

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Loves

  • In The Dusk

    In the dusk, winds blow, rustling the tree branches upon the trees. A forest opens into a wide field eventually leading to a small farm in a small town. But this town doesn't show up in this story. At least, not yet.

  • Did I Know?

    Did I know?

    When I started to run on that track, hair whipping though my face,

    Did I know?

    That someday I would have a reputation for first place?

    Did I know?

  • Poetry

    By ominous poet

    Travel

    I long to travel:
    Wanderlust tugs at my soul.

    Maine screams my name,
    The ocean calls for its siren far away.

    Salem calls me,
    Whispering tales of young girls lost to time.