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There was a time when you mattered
The last bloom
On the Rose of Sharon
In which your spirit did not survive
As the sky
Or a petal from a poppy
Or a child of God
Did you really believe that?
That there was a time when it mattered
The way beauty fell away to reveal something more beautiful and terrible but toxic
Because it was yours
The lost blossom