The Case
It slips from me without my knowing.
The beauty of a word in its small black case.
The edge of a thought, defined in crisp lines
that belie the deep, dusky petals beneath.
The beauty of a word in its small black case.
The edge of a thought, defined in crisp lines
that belie the deep, dusky petals beneath.
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