corner5Gregory Mark SondrolOct 3, 20191 min readEven her eyesvanished.Memory slips like:in the dead nightwe all stroll arounda vast parking lotone streetlighta town of blue dreamsanother forgetterswimming in the headobscure nightmare timea low-tide of informationbarely recall those featuresshe was an apparitionshe must have beeneven her eyesdrowned.GREGORY MARK SONDROL © 10/3/2019
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