A short song
Falling silence
into rain
whispers grow in the ground
as buds that rise with rays
of sunlight
are Narcissus' sole comfort.
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The dress in my dream
The dress
is ripped at the neckline
with succinct round stains
on the left cuff the color
of rosehip tea.
The mothballs have turned
its scent to a musk less
pleasant than a lady's
while some little
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