Paloma

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We can seek absolute isolation,
Our veins will forgive us as seasons change,
So we can taste the uncontrollable inside of us,
Amaze our now with songs sung since we were young.

Oh dear, my dear, how could I forget you?
You have seen me grow and for that
I am forever grateful. The days I spend in public gardens,
I only think of young blood smeared across daisies.

How good it is that bruises heal?