Moss

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You told me it was moss
I believed you without a second thought
But beds whisper in your ear
Like wind through the trees
Funny how you once hid the bee from me
Now it buzzes around
Making itself well known
A loyal dog
Begging for a crumb of affection
Or
Maybe it's you that's begging
Fine,
I'll give the dog a bone
(If you couldn't tell, I know)

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