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This a poem called Black Dog You promised you'd be there in the morning And I only half-believed you Because last time you said that, you almost weren't I should have forgotten that by now, but I remember There has always been a part of you Some little agony Smooth, hot, painful Something that I cannot touch I hear the smile in your voice today, though A loose string of dark-red silk So soft, faint and rare Where did it come from? For months it seemed the curtains were always closed It seemed like you were always angry at me and tired of yourself It seemed like you wouldn't survive this Ignoring the jewel of hope behind my right eye Rolling over onto your side to crush a tear with the side of your wrist Like a tiny blue flower We were all so scared From Letras Mania