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small blue dog
on the grass
weeping and shedding its dye

on Monday
all the marching bands
come home
the heart attacks
come to an end

on Tuesday
picking my face
and the lights
start to bother me
and I turn
and I turn
what I’ve decided
little grip
little temptation

small green dog
in my bed
laughing and shedding its dye

close to dizzy
but not there yet
god
is this where I am
on the kitchen floor
picking up what I’ve spilled

I hope you see me
still smoking
and saying
where do you go

I turn
I turn
I turn

is this where I am?