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[dropcap]H[/dropcap]er bloom flew away in her constant flow of tears 

Oh yes! I saw it dripping 
Streaming 
As if struggling 
To ooze outta her torso 
N stupefy within the gravel 
Bt could never admit it 
Her body festered by recalling memories repressed 
Spring of her life dispersed 
In(to) the ashes of her bloomhood 
Now, 
She sits at her window 
Looking at the sun setting down 
As winter approaches her…

 

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