a crushed flower
pressed between
yellowed pages
a lingering aroma
notes of pipe smoke
summer’s embrace
and pestilent
depressive kisses
of insular beauty
listless in a
malice swirled
interpretive dance
across a minefield
of buried dreams
from a childhood
where sweet death
was the only
option for escape

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