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Fabric Flowers

Up here among the weary
we limp through fields of fabric flowers.
Sacred stitches split,
aromatic wisps of copper cream
plaguing the paralogical.
Beneath the petals
we move our fingers in sign
and nuzzle stinging wounds on gauze leaves;
No more alive than we,
crimson fabric fades with prolonged exposure to sun
but, seams are fully unraveled
leaving undetected scraps of petals
that grow dark
with the afflicted mire on our soles.

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