she gives flowers
to them that smell bad
and fans herself
like shes swarmed by bugs
she taught me how
to use a sword
before the duel
she dips it in poison
she fights in the desert,
but i caught her lookin at me
in a church
"memory is an exquisite snowman, saying
i am made of the same stuff as the earth that bore me
a snowman is like a spermacetti candle
shedding tears of wax as it dies"
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