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"Dried rose petals —
redbrown circles —
frame your eyes and
stain your knuckles."
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Wild Cosmia, what have you seen?
Water were your limbs,
and the fire was your hair —
and then the moonlight caught your eye,
and you rose through the air
well, if you’ve seen true light,
then this is my prayer:
will you call me, when you get there?
And I miss your precious heart