Danny Rose
New member
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Often when flowers bloom
there are the green stems of roses
that carry their own tragic intensity,
and that sudden flush in the cheeks
is a jealousy, creeping
up from the spine. — Out of me, as a world,
I might hope to include
me in the text, supposing nothing
but the link, between the flush
and the well, from which a still life
draws its colors.
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Often when flowers bloom
there are the green stems of roses
that carry their own tragic intensity,
and that sudden flush in the cheeks
is a jealousy, creeping
up from the spine. — Out of me, as a world,
I might hope to include
me in the text, supposing nothing
but the link, between the flush
and the well, from which a still life
draws its colors.
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