Rose
I remember
How you
Used to
Press a rose
In my book
The deepest
Blue purple
With heady sweetness
A rare act
Of love lasts
Even though
You made
yelling normal
That memory
Will always be mine
This fruit agua
Is the most
Delicious drink
I’ve ever tasted
Sunshine and lazy flowers
A memory
To hold onto
Trying to
Figure out
What footsteps
Really count
All I need
Are some new shows
Sarah Mahina Calvello
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