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PALM
Dominic Creed

Writing with no sense of direction, I
trace truths and tell tales to the masses.
Unparalleled power punctuates
my purpose and I haven’t always been

a generic plastic tube inside a
generic plastic tube. In fact, I was commonly
used as a dip accompanied with the finest
of feathers. Shakespeare spun gold

from my tar, perhaps an explanation for how
I’ve come this far. I outlasted graphite and I bested
blue. I remain neck and neck with the common
printer too.

Offer me your hand, that’s a good place to start.
With me in your palm, we’ll weave words into art.