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You can\u2019t blame people<\/p>
for not loving<\/p>
the way you want them to.<\/p>
<\/p>
They are not well-behaved dogs.<\/p>
<\/p>
Anti-social is just externalised hurt,<\/p>
like society\u2019s crop top<\/p>
showing the underbelly<\/p>
that was already there.<\/p>
<\/p>
A heart drawn in marker<\/p>
on a sign listing<\/p>
all the things you\u2019re not allowed to do.<\/p>
<\/p>
Written underneath, half a haiku:<\/p>
Stop trying to be my mum.<\/em><\/p> I already have one.<\/em><\/p> <\/p> Can you love something<\/p> for being ugly,<\/p> like a squashed dog\u2019s nose,<\/p> because it reflects reality?<\/p> <\/p> Or is it a reality<\/p> we\u2019ve curated ourselves:<\/p> destruction, gentrification, boredom.<\/p> <\/p>![\"g84xem66zt2wu1pobovenvfy7rnwfbfj48zvrhmpy0swi0is.jpeg.jpeg?w=1140&v=2\"](\"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/g84xem66zt2wu1pobovenvfy7rnwfbfj48zvrhmpy0swi0is.jpeg.jpeg?w=1140&v=2\")
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