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Fond Of Her

I’d grown fond of her
That was true
For she whispered with breath
That was a lovely hybrid
Of lavender tea & honey
And she cradled love
In the palms of her hands
As if it were a glass flower

And I saw beads of her tears
Clung to the petals
That were so tiny
And so telling
And so beautiful
That they were
Just like her

And so I held them both
As closely to myself
As I had ever held anything els

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