Dominic Rehayem lives in Toronto, where he is studying to be a paramedic. He paints red and black pictures of hell, and writes poems about a woman with beautiful blue eyes. He is willing to receive praise and/or tributes of fruit and grain for either. Lying on the hood of his car, he was once more entertained by the clouds in the night sky than the shooting stars he was there to see. His shoes are worn. He has been previously published in Dicey Brown.
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