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First Line: Why are your eyes like dry brown flower-pods
Last Line: One is curiously blessed if one's eyes are dead.
Subject(s): Forget-me-nots; Memory


Why are your eyes like dry brown flower-pods,
Still, gripped by the memory of lost petals?
I feel that, if I touched them,
They would crumble to falling brown dust,
And you would stand with blindness revealed.
Yet you would not shrink, for your life
Has been long since memorized,
And eyes would only melt out against its high walls.
Besides, in the making of boxes
Sprinkled with crude forget-me-nots,
One is curiously blessed if one's eyes are dead.





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