Dog Beads

old wounds.
I open yours.
you pry at mine.
it hurts.
but wounds heal.
and scar tissue
is tough or so they say.
wild Dog Beads.
my friend.
it aint never over.
we have many miles to pull.
let's not tarry.
push it past 80 if you must.
taste the dust of the east coast.
of a million souls.
a million balls of cotton.
-Will Dockery.

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