The Ecphorizer
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devil dog built a wall brick and stone right in front of my face. Right across the road that leads to my future. Your eyes glinting, you watch me stand and weep with frustration as the wall grows higher. I'm as unable to move it as chips of stone blow into my face, into my eyes. Frozen as a statue my nails grate against the rising bricks of force. ![]() Poet LAURA DENNISON VARGAS works and writes in Brooklyn, NY, the home of American Mensa. More Articles by Laura Dennison Vargas |
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