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what you can’t say

sounds like nails

in a glass jar

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a long strand of hair

shut in the car door

moves in the breeze

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a leafless rose

blue twist ties

wrapped around its limbs

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you write

it down even

in the dark

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we stir up

the dandelions left

by the rain

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hiding in the lid

of the honey jar

ants

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with the tulips

safely gone

here comes the iris

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the aroma of

something you baked

and left with

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