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Cinquain
Stumbling
Toward Vernal Equinox
snowflakes
melt into rain,
mingling with tears shed
as winter's crushing hold gives way
to spring
Mozart On My
Mind
with eyes
closed, I listen;
the music flows through me,
teasing my cortex, opening
my eyes
Calendar
Blues
she said,
'it's not too late,'
but the look on her face
said otherwise - flowers won't work
this time
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