I met him
Coal black hair
Dripping like a mop
Four paws
Scrabbling on hard stones
Tongue hanging
Dragged by the collar
His arctic body melting
As the red sun turned its back
Beyond holy Hiezan mountain
And the heat of the day died
Enough to let live
The other Labradorian
He met me
Thinning hair
Plastered to my skull
Arthritic feet
Pounding hard pavement
Chest burning
Dragging myself outside
My arctic body melting
As the red sun turned its back
Beyond holy Hiezan mountain
And the heat of the day died
Enough to let live
The other Labradorian
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