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Jul 2020
The clatter of dog paws
on a wrought iron gate
thunders a newness,
that something is coming.

I think that it's friendly.
I think it's been paid for.
A storming of something
that's coming for me.
Written by
Ryan Dement  34/I'm right here.
(34/I'm right here.)   
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