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Elegy For Autumn

The magnolias are
gone, love. The winds have blown and
shook the seeds to sheathe

someone else's thighs;
water streaked they ooze her red
petals: nectar you

suckle, ruby throat,
until the winds blow and your
silence feeds my rain.

Until my stems are empty.
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