STILL LIFE II

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. . . . On the table wide as a wooden bed

. . . . stands the vase shaped like a skull.

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. . . . The water turned stagnant, black

. . . . where steep the flowers poisonous and dried.

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. . . . The light of dawn filters the dust

. . . . eternally falling to cover

. . . . every thing.

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. . . . Thus has been painted

. . . . our love.

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