Recurrent Harm

When you took me in your hands
put pressure on my eyes
I tried to feel anything, I tried
not to lie.
Maybe I was born like this,
or changed with the turning season.
Maybe it’s just fate
Some people are alone for a reason.

There are dogs that will always
bite a helping hand –
Until someone calls the dog-pound
Or there’s not a finger left in the land.

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