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May 2019
even in memories of summer, the flowers are dying.
we asked for too much and gave such little back,

now irises bloom black

when it rains they’re suffocated; drowned instead of fed
we were thoughtless, even after they were dead.

so many wilted petals for my dread
daizy
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