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Barking into the palm of my hand
They command
A dogs ear to unfurl

Not without touch does it perk
They rework
The next scene to employ

Perhaps Mexico
France, or Hollywood

A determined child with puppy
Mills
Bargain prices and steals
Boastful at the cuffs

Afternoon tea with tailored
Accents
Gaunt plates and mugs
Gagging at the sink

Boulevards filled with lapping
Tongues
Dripping eyes and thoughts
Frothing at the mouth

Yapping into my ears
They lick my nose, and
Sniff my crotch

For those who bite,
Be My Love