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Grace’s Garden
The remnants of our lost souls are often dignified as roses
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2 min readMay 3, 2024
By the fallen virtue of grace, we hold up our noses
to breathe, to filter, to smell all of these haunted roses:
one is a second chance to stop smoking;
another is a second pack to keep us gloating;
here we find a baby half imported,
it seems as…