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2013 How I remember that child, sitting on her bosom near the window.
Sowing her seeds deep in my ribcage.
Beautiful lillies sprouting through my clavical,
and weeds bursting though my mouth.
Lush greens, magnificent golds of such splendor!
"You wear a mask, my child. Why?"
She let off a slight shrug and simply faded.
