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Twilight Azalea


Free run of Azaleas excluded from their presence so generous, so careful to preserve the delicate balance She grew in God's Earth subjected to witnessing a prolonged campaign Her speech called and when she grinned she admired bridgework kept hidden Summertime twilights long and peaceful silently disappear one evening Still alive? yes how do you know? a morbid question but it's a morbid subject
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