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  • Writer's pictureBethany Stimac

forlorn yore

my dear baby bear

don’t hide from

your clock hand

but look, over there!

it’s a rose,

it’s alive


come pluck it before

it withdraws

from the sun

but oh, the days bore!

it let go,

it is gone


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