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Pratum

Overgrown meadows
of ivory flowers
that dripple golden
petals of blood
against a pain
of faded rainbows
above my eyes.
Lilacs like willows
clouds under seas
moths float down
barriers of rocks.
Lost in a meadow
of flowers that
shine ivory
but reflect silver.




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