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Sep 2019
lines of sheets like cotton cream and pink
floral ghosts, dance in the window above my kitchen sink
holding hands as they haunt and tease
my garden of lavender and lilac sweet peas

stars disappear into a morning so delicate that there’s nothing
aside from me and the raspberry spirit washing
daizy
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