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Exhausted The curled lip of a yellow rose swollen with moisture, dangles droplets after a midnight rain. She blooms to fullness with the blush of an early morning sky. The heady scent drifts through my bedroom window, drawn by the whirring blades of a battered box fan expelling the stagnant air from another day. |
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