Bougainvilleas blossom
on wintersunned carpet,
Grass
Growing into
The edges
of awakening.
Her man reads, writes
of the undead, unsickening
As the morning she-naigh
Breaks the cold nightly dawn.
on wintersunned carpet,
Grass
Growing into
The edges
of awakening.
Her man reads, writes
of the undead, unsickening
As the morning she-naigh
Breaks the cold nightly dawn.
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