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By Star of David Date: 2018 Jun 13 Comment on this Work [[2018.06.13.03.45.12427]] |
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this is not a poem this is a rant this is a rant about the black dog the black dog that drags me down into the mud this damn dog has me in a death grip jaws locked tight neither of us knows how to let go on some days I can dance on the surface of this mud that must own me and on some days I can somehow stay on top even when the ground keeps giving way on some days, the light, struggling, breaks in when the fog won't lift or darkness ease but most days, most days, are suffocating in this sludge this damn dog drags me down |