Zodiac Signs As Dog Breeds

Words by Debra Pry

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Some days, you would think that you finally own him; his attention, his affection; but everywhere you go is haunted by me. That couch that you are sitting; we used to sit and cuddle there while we were watching a movie; that cup that you are using, he used to pour some tea or coffee in there for me; from the cup to the plates and utensils— they have my claw marks; the sala, the bathroom, bedroom, and furniture— have my fingerprints; from the places that you go (restaurants,malls,cinema,roads)— you would see my ghost. He would always remember me through those little things. My name would always taste like blood in your mouth. When you kiss him, you would taste my sweetness in his lips. When he touches you, you would wonder how he worshiped my body. When he stares at you, he would see a different person wishing you were me. You would wake up in the mi

Ahhh, such theater. Shakespeare himself could not have written a better story. In these days leading up to the election here in the United States, where it seems that sheer madness is unfolding, we are reminded of the words of the mystical bard himself, ‘That all the world is a stage, and we are merely players.’

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