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Mar 2017
there's nothing quite
as deafening as quiet
static screams & rage
of a wall flower freshly
pluckedΒ from a corner:
petals strewn on a
windy corridor that
leads to preset ruin;
here, even perfume
is stripped of fragrance
hellopoet
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