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a range of

internal rows

between the

precious state

his eyes

found the secret

to me

they stopped short

the last of sweetened portraits

lie in their step

crushed by their nature

caused by you

flutter though my butterfly

your silky wings

only served some gold

the face flooded

a sudden paleness

she can hear us now

through colors unborn

-kyoko cole

2018

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