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"For Warmth"

Wind rushes through my hair and a

paper-white flower winces in cold frost, shrugs on death's coat and bows its head.

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"Strangled"

This year Hope hangs without a whimper, choked purple under strangle-rope. Winter rides on without stopping to look.

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"Wherewithal Lies the Meaning?"

Sprightly dancing flames depicting rainbow petticoats and piercing violin melodies sink into quagmires of deaf ears and ancient eyes huddled about in brandy bottles and newspapers.

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"Beauty"

Bring me a rose father, a red rose for the stiff, starched to white snow turning my fingers numb.

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