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| Death of a Rose |
I am untowards feeling love again skipping beating and slow down sounds slow moving always moving slowly nobody can see feeling wrong slow movements morning light seeing her uncovered rumpled and all I have is my thoughts and touch upon her while she wakes to smile at me slowly but surely she is that first touch and taste of morning of mourning drawing and sketching the winner's lottery when she wakes. . |
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