Bijou

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By Yves K. Morrow

If only the depth of my love were effable.

A chasm etched by a perpetual fall,

An orchid sustained on plasma and neglect,

I sway in the susurrus of your erect halo

In the helical persuasion of your copper roots

A bijou in the hands of a ruthless merchant.

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