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mother, pressed
sarah rose nordgren
she instructs me in her vacant(空虚的) way
to identify the flower
by looking inside the blossom --
deep inside the blossom
to spy its 1(柔软的,蜡色的) alchemy(点金术,魔力),
the sight of her pink
skirt and 2 yellow feet
flattened between two sheets
of 3(半透明的) paper,
while at the same time
butterflies vie for her hair,
my shirt is stained
by 4(花粉), her bosom
looms above my head
and a thought deep inside
the sun whites her face out.
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