are part of you and me
a soft tenderness
fruity colors and heady perfumes
beauty makes for truth
in moments of despair
when in need of fresh air
I resurrect them frrom warm tombs
brushing and dusting themselves
primping reappear
so beautiful and dear
they never died
they are there, wherever I do go
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