The Anniversary
Tangerine taste of dismal dusk
Soaking old pale postcards
In pink
Steeped in fragrance of musty musk,
Moments, now shattered shards
They sink
Bringing memories all anew
Bleeding through inky curls
Each time
Dawn smiles in doleful hoary hues
Vignettes of past unfurls,
Like rime
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