Sombreira poetry
Friday, November 27, 2015
the master
the master
The Master
Once I had a dog
I was her god, and that was scary
So much power
I could put her down
Tie her up in a dank basement
I shudder to think about it
Instead, I choose to love her
And when she died
I cried
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