I drop my eyes
Into a mercury mirror—
Mornings without dawn
After moonless midnights—
A rose bush
Grows at my feet.
xlii. missing
I drop my eyes
Into a mercury mirror—
Mornings without dawn
After moonless midnights—
A rose bush
Grows at my feet.
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this is not pretty // this is not clean
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I drop my eyes
Into a mercury mirror—
Mornings without dawn
After moonless midnights—
A rose bush
Grows at my feet.