Somedays I am silent, because 


there is no tongue to speak.


Or hands to write my words.


the black one was nagging, He wanted to go out.


They don't let him,



He is constantly shouting when he is out.


She is waiting for the day.


She is going away for a couple of days.


the black one is sitting,


waiting for a door to open.


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