What Becomes Of The Dogs - Poem by Charles Malcolm
to leave off the heat
close the bedroom door
jam myself beneath the bed.
To let the darkness
the loneliness take
and never let me go.
that something so small
for this seemingly biggest of things.
It was all a lie
that I loved them for.
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