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parchment rose

by Margaret L. Hall
remember me as
the rose that
you plucked
with words...
holding me up
to the sun
to find
translucent
petals,
needing color
in my cheeks,
then a
rosy blush...
...you knew
that only your
breath of
fresh air
could moisten
my bloom...
needing softness
from passion's
dew...
instead,
you
dried me
between the
pages of
your mind...


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