the dog

the woman in the support
group is good like
a dog i need to find
solace and she comforts me
guessing my first obsession
don’t beat yourself up it
will all return to normal
i can’t believe it but it seems
to make sense if it does
make sense that today
i don’t give the way i know
i like and Humboldt fucks
like husbands

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