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- hotdog
- 2022-06-05
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- Your fur a tawny brown sheen
- seen once in a feverish dream
- when into a sleeping chamber cluster I broke
- and screamed until up you woke.
- Lovers shouldn't be sliced into shreds,
- pressed between display glass, vivisection.
- Run away, love. Go feral if you must
- until you're safe and the hours of dawn turn to dust.
- I'll bandage the tip of your nose as the birds make a stink
- in the trees. I'll dye one of my father's dogs pink,
- line them and you up in a row, break out the defluffing brush,
- make neapolitan ice cream of shedded fur for their nests.
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- CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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