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Her beauty clasped by twilight
     the widow
          gently wields her fan
                    - Basho

Showers. Red eyes,
     "mummy, why did daddy die?".
          Years later, I still ask.

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Dylan Harris
84-85

it's my hands
my difficulty with melancholy
hence the coldness
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