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Sunday, February 26, 2017
Resurrection
Fragile, wrinkled;
all thrown.
A wind gasped by
blew away the petals
all she had were her thorns
Surprisingly, sharp and ready to pierce
Aghast, she realized how she had been
caressing the wrong place.
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