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Flora
The sound of the gong emptied me.
I struck it for you.
No one in the room knew that sound was you.
They only knew the sound of ringing brass.
I saw a rainbow this morning
Just minutes after I knew you'd died.
Were you in the rainbow as you were in the sound?
Are you in the wind or the rustling leaves of grass?
I was asleep when you died
I missed the chance to say goodbye.
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