he takes my photo

mummy stands by
to offset the white
as my heart offsets
the bars

the story of my
soul is sewn into
into a pillow

whose threads
promise the scent
of flowers when
watered by my
tears


wish
may the salts of your labor produce the intended seas of fragrance longing to be worn by your passions.



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