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Pouring Out


I am crafted like jello

from hot and cold water,

and I look like gems

 

My dog has taught me

love is lovely and clumsy

and slobbery

 

And it is okay if you have to

clean up the water because nobody

put the cap on the bottle (again)

 

I think I cannot exist

without technology or you

because I am scared of bugs

 

But also I think that

I am scared of being alone

and dry

 

Thank goodness.

Between you and the dog,

I never will be

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