said
you held
out
for
anything
more than
a place
to put your
flowers
when you
got
some. I lie
the last
bloom
on your head
that removes
the
others
to make you
precious,
handmade
in the blast
of ash,
as different as
the ways
it all betrays
your tasks.
To bring
a king's
cake
from
the north
you
to your knees
brought.
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