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Gregory Mark Sondrol
Jul 28, 2019
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Wardships windswept shore to shore

wornweather planks

blood dripped in the knots

wild all in wisdom’s wastes

cool pigeons know

passing over water scarred orbs

warlds of mobs

multimimetica

the windigo of the mirror.

Are your moraleaves graveworthy?

These clothes have no bayonet holes

so I wear away. GREGORY MARK SONDROL © 7/28/2019

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