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In one of many moments
I am not proud to admit
I went back later and
poisoned the dog

I was too young to realize
it was merely enacting
it's nature to protect
and it wasn't personal

I later realized, with horror,
I had no safe place in my mind
to retreat to when beset upon
either real or imagined

Forevermore I would stand
to face my Fears and Truths
rarely successfully
My third eye weeps insight