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The boney limbs of a teenaged boy,
You always make me think of.
As a pup, lashed against my
Side each night…
So’s not to destroy
All that I supposedly
Loved.
Your big, loopy grin
And your grunt
And your howl
And your
Ears soft as silk
Soft as silk
Soft as silk.
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