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Dec 2020
The color of the cream
As it is bled
from the cows in my dream
Also in red

Unfurling, curling,
bended, distended

A color so bright
It demands a white vase
So tired at night
Cannot lift its own face
dedicated specifically to the Peonies that make up the edge of the cemetery across the street from my house
Jet
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