when it was dying away
saliva was streaming down her mane
and she ran in circles – along a dream
until I believed she was one
now on the floor in the corner
I pet her steaming matted fur
she is ceasing to be
and I stopped turning her
into a dream
for a moment
she is not – I am not
we are beginning to understand
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