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Winsome Chance Huitain

In a meadow of death a rose, our remains shed skin quietly; Thorns fall out as we decompose, A bit of you and some of me; Feeding the soil triumphantly, reviving a bloom of romance; Caught the kiss of a honeybee, fertilizing spring’s winsome chance.

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