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Varnish me a rose, she whispered, her fingers tracing the air where my own had been moments before. Wanting to be held in memory, not in flesh. A bloom beginning a slow rust, decaying in a solvent of obsidian flush beneath the edges of the earth’s collarbone. More earthen than foul. Varnishing a rose. 

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