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In the garden she buries and forgets man
Sense of touch roots, creating new world
Everyone is invited if there not too busy
Top is spinning, colors opaque, high pitch whine
She cries, am I the only one observing!
Why would they deliberately miss the melody?
But she is crippled over her garden
Conducting an orchestrated balance
There comes a time white freezes over
She joins melancholy frame
Once a purple delight lasting in its hibernation
The window gave show all season
But alas it’s through
She never forgets gift they sent
Gossamer sheet passes each day
Darkness lifted, old man sleeps
Coloring like a child again, tongue included
She smiles, smelling perfume
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