Some days we slip so easily into our dog forms— snarling over scraps of food, snapping our teeth, gnawing, whining, licking the blood from each other's wounds. You unearth a ravine, barking your shame across the sky. Dead dogs look down fro… Read on blog or Reader Eunoia Review Read on blog or Reader Becoming perfectsublimemasters May 17 Some days we slip so easily into our dog forms— snarling over scraps of food, snapping our teeth, gnawing, whining, licking the blood from each other's wounds. You unearth a ravine, barking your shame across the sky. Dead dogs look down from their star-shaped coffins. Desperate, we worship the moon, singing a sadness until now […] Continue reading Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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