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breathe her in

Always have some perfume, in her bedside drawer

and a satin pillow, decorative, just for show

– and then, when you bend to kiss her feathery skin,

just before you go ..

breathe her in.

~

They die when you leave,

after days by their bedside.

Some infernal mechanism at work, some warning of this last ebb tide.

So take her old head, so small between your hands

and close your skin close to her, this last time

and breathe her in.

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