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A dog escaped from its yard,
straying from the bounded woods,
you drop like a ripened fruit –
slip from your disguise of fog
to reveal the awkward wedge
of you, disrobed and alert.
The sprung trap of your leaping;
desperate kick at the wire
wall that separates our worlds.
You are willing me to freeze,
be you, and instinctively,
my muscles seize with your fear.
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