Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Day Fourteen: Doomsday

This place that was his
Down a dark alley
With a small shack
And a cat that would hiss
But sometimes purr
He had a dog
They called Cur
The name had no meaning or story
And the place no future
With not a history
A place they called His


((this is more distopian or after doomsday type thing.))

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