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you're
planting roses inside. breaking
promises made in duress.

you
only weep after the storm.

root rainwater roses and
sing down heaven.

call for rain
after the flood. trim
vines, video, newspapers.

redacting
the memories of the fall.

As for me, I am a watercolor. I wash off.

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