(JCH -- 1994)
the time I was a dog
licking you
chasing the stars
uncovering ancient burial grounds
with my wanton nose
And then we were angels
shining brightly
but still inside me
dwelt the pangs
of despair
It was me.
I was the one who jumped ship.
The one who left my prizes
behind in hopes of building
castles in the sand
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