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In Shadows Grow

The mother lode of nighttime verse arriving late —all Satan’s curse The dreamer wakes, all sleep forgoes old words unbirthed —in shadows grow (Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)

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Date: 6/17/2018 11:43:00 AM
I love your use of LODE (def. a vein of metal ore in the earth) - awesome! Well penned, Kurt.
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