26 November 2022

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In my grandmother's house
Love-in-idleness
Will be her words unheard
Whose voice was sensibility;
Will be murmurs without
Her florescent sanctuary
That hold a scent of grace
In present memory.
A neon halo stayed her head
To be wove in recollection
Too, such wonders, Coca-Cola,
Fixed, a constellation breathing.

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