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Bouquet on the table,
perfume mocking,
watch the color leech,
listen to petals drying.
Too numb for crying.
Curled up within
a fetal position
an emotional womb
reverberations,
aftershocks,
a heart’s tomb.
Healing crisis
can’t come too soon
but I have waited
for many moons.

M. Zane McClellan

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