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the vase
based on a short story called odor of chrysanthemums
flowers on the floor
fallen from a broken vase
knocked off in a hurried rush
to deliver the news of a tragic death
round like a womb
sustaining life inside
shattered in an instant
leaving sharp edges behind
she looks into the mirror
knowing its the end
the child inside has died
with the odor of chrysantheums
who will be the man
to peice her together again
who will be the man
to place his seed in her
noone
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