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Old dog.


We were both bitten.

Man-made teeth tore porcelain just like paper in postage.

Your bite was careless in a box.

Mine a paper clip.

Marked and unwanted.

A nuisance.

Shadow dog – do you play in the midden?

Where newspaper holds you hairless,

Lettered stains of lowercase .

How we both fell from shelves to plains.

Oh blanket!

Bite faster in future,

Not twice to be made shy.

- Nathalie Viruly

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