with rose stems
she reminisced
the smell of vintage perfume
sprinkled over her skin
like the sound of mid morning
and
she lived within three days
at a time
yesterday remembered her
as a deep scratch
on an old oak bed post
and through cotton curtains
today
felt like the scent of full bloom
scattered across rays of
daylight
then as tomorrow
waited
at a desolate train station
it read a book of contemporary
poetry
by a girl who dreamed that
tomorrow would come
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