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Nov 2017
To see my soul in every face of pain
Or hope, or joy's soft gleam. To see my soul
Among the rocks mid-earth molten heat glow,
The fare skins leprous agony, a grain
Of wood smoke lung touched. In grunting *** roils.
Mark Wanless
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Mark Wanless  mpls, mn
(mpls, mn)   
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     Dimitrios Sarris and Imran Islam
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