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Back at it
Waking dog tired from the last night
Unable to face the flesh of one’s own flesh.
Coffee and dry toast. Leave with the dawn rise.
Took a shower in the rain on the way to work.
Puddles splashed at the ankles until feet soaked.
Lap dogs in tartan jackets carried under arm
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