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The pages are frayed

after years of writing,

our stories differ

from the cities

to suburbs

and out past the junkyards.

Where do dogs go when they have too much bark?

The same place we humans go we have too much drive?

Glass ceilings seem to fuck up our high,

so we walk the tightrope

trying to find a back door…

Oh Lord!

- Dom S. Flagg 2016

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