cviii

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11:03 pm

rose bud lips

greet my wilted petals

and create in me a new spring

i pray to be your blooming carnation

not another shadow

but a glistening gleam

i pray to give you the love you lost

to plant in you a seed

of hope and resilience

and intimacy

like the seed you've planted in me

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