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About
Gaps
Blanks
Spaces
Absences
A bit of
Abstinence needed from
Scales
measuring things in life
only half
perfect
The
arrhythmic pulse of a
damaged heart
The
unreadable signs on her palms
Scattered daisies the psalm of spring
bent on a frost soil
recoiling
waiting for the light
in no straight line
missing a few petals
hissed away by the wind
Bye.