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Dec 2023
I once fancied myself noble like a wolf
But when he beckoned I ran like a dog

I swallowed my pride, ceased my howling for what I deserved

And like a dog I crept back time and time again
Whether he, or love, was a crueler master I couldn’t say

It seems we both forgot that a cornered dog will still bite
I wonder if my jaws felt like a wolf to him
Written by
Annie Graves  F/where mountains meet sea
(F/where mountains meet sea)   
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