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Evening primrose…
Happy the hour, between
Night and death
The pause, taken:
Too a single living, breath...
Here I'll open my breast
Upon a moths, calling…
Like an evening primrose.
Where sacramental wings
Consecrate!
The first-dewy-lit, morning…
poem
by
Mark Heathcote
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