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Escaping Flyswatters

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By Rowan Finley Published 2 years ago • 1 min read

Riding on the scales of a dragon,

arms aching from hanging on for dear life.

Zephyrs blew and shook me,

but I was determined to stay and be.

Purple clouds skipped by,

flames took their time to die.

Adventure lust,

I must.

As I am a fly on the flank of a wild dragon.

surreal poetry

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Rowan Finley

Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.

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    Written by Rowan Finley