Pets
You called me from afar
By a line affairs begin
Still we cannot comprehend
The place of wanton worry
For a body makes a bed unfit
We torture yet another heart
Through the storms upheaval reigns
Survivors of interpretuitutes
Will you still hold my hand?
Beyond the grave when all revealed is clear?
All like pets survive the storms
Our Master knows to call us home
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