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if
you fell
all tangled up
by my side
i wouldn’t sic
the dogs out
i’d let you cry
til you wrung yourself
out
bone dry

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  1. David Patrick TorresJune 28, 2017 at 11:09 AM

    Thank you for this. I loved how accepted this made me feel.

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