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Even her eyes

vanished.

Memory slips like:

in the dead night

we all stroll around

a vast parking lot

one streetlight

a town of blue dreams

another forgetter

swimming in the head

obscure nightmare time

a low-tide of information

barely recall those features

she was an apparition

she must have been

even her eyes

drowned.



GREGORY MARK SONDROL © 10/3/2019


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