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Stray Dogs

What breaks me doesn’t make me

stronger have you heard

How opposites attract me

without a single word

But feeling without feeling

it’s not a look I’d choose

Now stripped from sole to clavicle

the fear of being used

Presents me with a question mark

no matter what I do

Repeating like a replica

like I’m some form of you

Reaching in my pocket for

a reason to be saved

What breaks me doesn’t make me but

I’ll learn some other way

Like how the cacti flowers from

the desert dry as bone

Or how the chrysalis consumes

itself then finds a home

Or how the wolf does stray

to die a lone cub in the dark

It’s there I lie on grass stained sheets

like stray dogs in the park

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