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Sick dogs fighting in the alley
They have knowledge
They know where to bite
Blood flows and hits the ground
Possessed by rage and
A virus inside
Both bitten once before
Residual memory loss affects
Still both recognize and linger
Now the oly way to kill the
Moment’s pain is to keep
Reaching, bleeding
Maybe one won’t walk away
Is the past like a drug
That can enrage or confuse
Or has affect become a mask