The Marketplace: A Poem

In response to #vss365:

I catch a glimpse of my face in a pool of water as I pass through the marketplace….

a nomad covered in scars;

I see only a wraith stripped and devoid of identity…

just passing along to hide and haunt

the shadows of a friendly doorway.

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