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the dogs we had when we met

someday we'll all have new dogs

which is to say

we’ll all be gone ourselves

our dogs

the ones we had

in our feral homes

in our beds that summer

when we all met

they can't be replaced

which

is to say

neither can the summer

neither can we

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