*Some of the grammar in this poem is wrong but it is on purpose.*

Mocha

Once she was there,

Then she was not,

Once that little furry brown body was there,

Now she is not,

Once i held her warmthness,

Then I held her coldness,

Once I held her fidgety body,

Then I held her stiff body,

Once Mocha was there,

Now she is not,

Once my Guinea pig was there,

Now she is not

Now i live without her,

But she will never be forgot,

I have lost that piece of me,

When she leaved me,

Ever since she was a goner,

I have grown stronger.

-Mia A.

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