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oh Rose

how thou

art of my

heart always

a part

in fiber

and beating

the muscle

big lung

inside where

interchange

blood air

you grow

your croaking

voice

the roots reach

into soil

unstill

moved

rhythmically

by your being

my Rose

my heart

thou art

the first cause

a beginning

moved not

but moves

all action

to start

.

,

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Published: Sep 23, 2024
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