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The Black Dog
He sits by my side.
He is loyal.
Always there but so disobedient.
I want him to go away.
He looks at me. Is it devotion?
I am devoid of emotion.
He is so black; he absorbs my life.
His breath on my neck.
Colder than death.
His weight on my shoulders.
He holds me down.
I need to escape. To run free alone.
He is too loyal; I am his home.
He is inside ...
Sunday 22nd January 2017 1:31 pm
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