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I'm like a dog whose mindless faith
Keeps him beside his owner's corpse.
It's obvious our love is dead. You've
Long since ceased to smile or speak,
Yet my faith in it does not falter.
Soon enough, as such things do,
Our love's remains should start to stink.
Will your dog rise and trot away?
I wonder if he can.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-12-09 at 19:44

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