HAZY LIKE MIST
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wither in dim corners--
our laughter not kept through night’s edge
panes rustling from ardor’s downfall
mirror your bare outline,
your scent wafting
For Jenish Somadas' Contest
Let the Pens Flow--Butterfly Cinquain
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