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In Shadows Grow

The mother lode of nighttime verse,
   arriving late
    -by Satan cursed

The dreamer wakes, all sleep forgoes,
   old words unbirthed
    -in shadows grow

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016)  


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