Issue: "leave me here"
they fashioned
beaks for their masks,
nostrils stuffed
with lavender
to thwart the stench
of plague
no matter
how often I mend
the fabric of my life
loose threads
of regret still dangle
here and there
my senses
more alive
than they were
a butterfly's wing
holds all the colours
I cannot name
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