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Death and garden flowers I’ve found

The day you passed, a flash, starless, black

dispirited day, pages frayed, you left

early, the departing hour you kept

brief sojourner, now of pebbled ashes thrown

the grass with flowers strewn

sad bloodshot sky, rained teary eyed

slow sullen walk, of friendly frowns

mad vigil of holding on, we plumbed with gloom

and death and life was all around

while lipstick colored, garden flowers

fragrantly loomed, your memory

ever wildly abloom

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