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I saw a rose today.
But it held no suprise,
only the morbid reminder
of the evening, that would melt its petals away;
and swell, its insipid rumor of lust.
       With one blanket of insects ready to devour it,
       I idly watch and ponder how similar, I inhale lovers.

13 Jul 07

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