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| Portrait of a Gingersnap Rose by Jane Seymour |
yet you bent like the secret about to be released
and the command you chose to give us was beautiful
and your smile was like a ready sword.
The ascent of your cycle livened creation
from your thorn emerged the way’s thought
our impulse dawned naked to possess you
the world was easy: a simple pulsation.
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