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Thrum of the Sorrow of a Dream
You'll drop petals
of yourself
over my murmur
in a half-light room
I'll show you my pinkest angel
and then cry softly
spreading for you
into love with words
like shudder
and quiver --
it will be as if we are
wearing
every firefly in the universe
� 2004 by Dorothy Mienko
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