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Aug 2015
escaping shuddering city voices,
lights that sank my salty eyes,
searing,
long oriented by starlight,
today lost in lurid skies.

lake waves,
anxious to be heard,
violently gasping, crashing whispers,
restless,

under moonlight,
corrupted hope,
of names last sung,
long ago.
Mike Markes
Written by
Mike Markes  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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