not unlike
a dog, i beg at the table
of your love.
wanting just a small
tid bit
of food from your
loving hand. I
howl at the moon,
scratch at
the floor, circling
three times
before i curl into
a pathetic ball.
what's more loyal
than a dog, I ask you,
hopping on your
leg when you get home.
licking your
face, barking loudly
our favorite song.
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