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a fav bloom; oh yeah, proximity.
varies the flavor of the stuff. what wafts
in a summer window, but nostalgia.
those roses are gone – no one can salvage
time. five thousand years old ceramic pots
hold linden honey for her death journey.

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  1. “no one can salvage time” — <3

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