they berry her
unbeknownst to everyone
she never aloud sadness
as the flour gets laid beside her.
the grater
commit serial to cheeses
as our time disappeared to nothingness.
no one realized
the thyme that went missing.
as her suite gets covered in mold
and her coarse lavender of perfume
disappears forever.
the route of the tree
along the course steps manages
to steel itself.
as forever she became gone.
"I love ewe,"
were her last words.
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