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ВАСИЛИЙ ЕГОРОВИЧ АРДАНКИН

as the spaceship hurtles out toward the stars, the earth
a star behind it, the earnest
dog eyes fixed on black space like a door
the masters have walked through
and will return from, surely.
Surely they'll come to get me.
Surely they didn't love me all that time for this.
— alan shapiro, space dog.
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