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The Lavender Lays Dead
Night and day, I have wept,
for the lavender lays dead,
& my locks have disintegrated,
down to the screw.
What am I to do?
When all hope is lost,
except extend my apology,
& find another place,
to pull me out from under,
this darkest sense,
of blue.
Copyright ©
Kate Davies
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