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sea pink shines through her
foam

white dress / as perfume on a scythe-blade
had dripped, once

the wild clover was rent.

I will exact my ounce

from the berry, a musk
ripe stain.

/ /

Naked clings to her
slip

white cloth / like the dew on a meadow
had stayed, once

the wild lilac was crushed.

I will exact my ounce

from the berry, a musk
ripe stain.