I gifted my dog to the new you.
'Clink' and then a monster. Your eyes at my back like my bedroom and sisters.
A spidery kit of legs wraps around you, and your eyes, again, at my back.
I can see my dainty little sister on her cigarette break at work,
So I think thoughts that you can see.
All her fragile little limbs encased, gingerly smoking and thinking.
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