bruised
fruit
broken
hour
the
petals wilt and fall
from
the flower
magnolia
white
lead
me down tonight
the
stars will sparkle
glittering
light
bruised
flower
melting
sun
fall
to rest in my arms
lead
me down to sleep
a
small sleep,
deep
in stone,
silent,
dark,
alone
from 1997, with some editing
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