©2022 Michael Raven
you don't know me
faces carved bone
sinew and tied
ink stained mask
whiskey smile
smoke terminus edge
a blade before dawn
my bearded
head on the door
i walk stone
i walk lines
a kiss in frost nights
a dirge sung dying
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sceadugenga 
Great imagery, Michael, and an opening line that says it all, really.
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