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Violets

 And i thought she never loved..
Just carroused....
Auntie Vi...
My mother would look at me fierce When i was young and
Talked and talked about
The wild harlot in purple
Worn all the time...
I asked Auntie why once...
"Suits" she said eyes dancing...

And here i sit in Auntie Vi's attic by candle light...

The answer etched elegantly on three shale pieces in front of me..
A fine layer of paint the color of her tattered dress, always worn...

A Triptych of love...
Woman holding Woman in a field of violets...
calamitygin
Written by calamitygin (Jennifer Michael McCurry)
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