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Exhausted (revised) The curled lip of a yellow rose, swollen with moisture, dangles droplets after a twilight rain. She blooms to fullness with the blush of the early morning sky. Her heady scent drifts through my bedroom window, drawn by the whirring blades of a battered box fan expelling the sodden air of the night. |
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