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Mar 25
She shows no smile
buried deep, simmering glow
no one knows

until you see the ghosts
buried underneath
don't bring flowers
to a girl as this

any pain hidden in the mist

do not even try, to capture her eye
you would be wrong and so astray
show her a garden of olives and wine
bring a small gavel
made of rotten vines
tap lightly
brick by brick
peek inside the hole
make a stupid face
if she smiles
your world is complete
Arthur Vaso
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Arthur Vaso  Montreal
(Montreal)   
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