(POETRY) A blade made of cuddles

A fountain of anguish
A wanting to cry,
A fear that my dog - oh! 
Will lay down to die

Old fur on his back
A muzzle so slim
To want and to need
A human like him

People like dogs
Never fail to exist
When I find one- no!
Never fail to just miss

Anxiety flowing
The stresses of life
A blade made of cuddles
Just stab me- that knife!

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