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lobomao
lobomao
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Is it so odd actually
That I find myself
Sleeping on the floor
Rolled and coiled
Cold and roiled
Like your bitch
Coming when you call
Begging for the stick
Or rolled up paper
When I am bad
Which is so often
These days
I left you a present
On your bedsheet
And have that guilty look
When I am ashamed
To be your dog

lobomao
lobomao
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