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ROSE 57

By (December 1, 2015) No Comment

 
of
the
shrub
inside
in
justice
with
scales
of
green
obtained
without
pessimism
house
connected
to
the
extent
distant
the
way
when
aristocratic
flowerings
of
the
flower
is
identical
deluge
puncture
those
of
the
emptiness
of
rose
day
of
limited
inquiry
which
remarkable
final
can
attach
the
fragrance
of
disappeared
to
continuing

____
Michael Schiavo is the author of The Mad Song.

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