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Following the floral trace

She is faceless

Remembering one thing

With no beginning

One thing only

One song

That broke her heart

And killed her when she

Hid, Forgot

To sing louder and clearer

To deaf ears

In dead gardens

To ask for nothing

But a voice

Her voice

We know her by the embrace     

Within the limits

Of her scent

The scent of her song

The beat of her joy

Observed from above

The fragrance flows upwards

Through her

She sings louder and clearer

To deaf ears

In dead gardens

Softer and sweeter

To crooked minds

And black hearts

Following the floral trace

All the way

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