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Saturday, June 29

a dog.



"I feel like a dog, I cry like a dog


Matted mange and muzzled maw 
With gnashing teeth that bite and gnaw


Hide under the couch with a tail between legs
Hackles raised, I curl my spine 
Twisted and bent to comply the confines


It's pathetic and demeaning 
To suffer this feeling 
Desperately pleading at the foot of your throne 
Begging and begging 
For a glimpse of the bone"

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