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Jan 23
Your fist opens
like a spray carnation

I pick at its pink petals
teasing it to take my fingers
and weave them between yours

for us to hold hands
as the sun beams down on us

burning the flowers to dirt
offering them back to the Earth
Emma Elisabeth Wood
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Emma Elisabeth Wood  F/UK
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