Lilac

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When many lilac pedals fall,
it exhausts. It cloaks
and holds the lips of
the populated underbelly,
pinching breaths,
beautifully pressing
the pillow to the mouth
long enough, waiting
for bone to expose,
flesh to dissolve.
Scented snowflakes
bury the living,
buried to death.

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