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Last Sayonara

Smell
the most
precious
and last sense
to go

Its
lingering
fragrance
vanishing
slow

A
single
carnation
a bright
yellow rose

Through
deafness
and darkness
till death
-wafting so

(The New Room: December, 2023)


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