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the rose

cuts you

back

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tell me

again when

the irises are gone

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riding up

her tail

dandelion seeds

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when she’s

not looking

we whisper

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his last stack

of books on its side

and curling

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the chickens

listen to you

swear at the sky

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one smells of smoke

the other

lavender soap

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caught talking

to myself

I start singing

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