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Dogs & Doves It's the day I am trusted, left alone in the strangers' house that he chooses his leanest weapons. I don't know where I am, the language of this place like a spinning machine. I am sleeping in my dream and cannot wake. Paper-eyed Huskies are outside barking as they watch him pull open the back screen. From my double dreaming I recognize warning but sing into my pillow, I can change the dream, give myself wings and go if I must. I can learn the language, invent the language build myself strong, invisible, both. But the dogs know better. They have snatched birds out of skies and they recognize these motions.
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