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bring roses
a map of
love
wild
horses in the surf
plash
spume
with
crevasse, saddle
lightning thunder
a hoop of
sunshone day
its tributary
falls
the sigh
of passage
cavern
groan
treacherous
climb
the moss
habit grown
over
a fond
suspicion
bed lain
straight
the
overtaking too
a grief
once in the main
till gone
a nectar
sup
night of
put up stars
punishment
we self inscribe
and you
may trace the ache of it
bend your
backs and row
be limber
death in
these arms so sweet
never
quite beginning but
conquers
all, this country
steer
comedic
strew
petals for the afterstage
together
forever they say
that’s
dust for the map of love
bring roses
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