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Garden
Periwinkle Blue
Trellised branches leafed Two white blossoms Exuberant in their bloom Butterflies do their zen flight patterns Seeing all this the prosaic hedge Joins in I see A single flower Periwinkle blue A chip of the sky fallen through I look up to see plaster loosened From the firmament.
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