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The Bog People Hearts like pomegranates seeded with memory soaked in the ink of love letters and tarot cards Cocoons in Labrador tea beating quietly under water lilies The pitcher plants and sundews took the last of the carrion leaving faint tresses braided in tree roots and orchid petals Shades of hazel carnival glass entrust folded remains which are now satiated with imagined guilt and finite apology to stare toward an empty canvas The scent of orange blossoms above darkened peat moss lures gypsies and wanderers to a tragedy in suspended animation There they find only bones dancing for a beauty once denied to them and are frightened by the sound of laughter rising from the mud |
Additional Notes:
I've tried to stay away from sentences with this poem and instead use lines. I've used spaces and capitalized letters to separate thought. I would appeciate any suggestions if you don't feel the layout works.
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