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Dec 2017
Cognition folds, far from equilibrium
The cursed drawl which heeds no name
Elusive, sane, tells the quiet whisper
A pox for all, laid down to pine
Hitherto pale ash is flung
Nary a warlord conquering thrones
Shall meet the daylight unbequest
Fallen kings, though not of repute
Beckon the safety of tattered shrouds
Veiled, to no avail for some
Drunk, consternation comes undone
Glenn Murawski
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Glenn Murawski  39/M/NY
(39/M/NY)   
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