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Mister darkness has come With his cold hand Silhouette cuttings And flowers of depression “I’ve a winter rose in my pocket and many are longing for its real smell I found it in a garden of dim flowers That the images of the past gave I have here within A moment with a smile I want to make Into something with my small hands Because life is easier If you know more than you are guessing With everything that is inside And still needs to become true Like I am this for everything And quite soon not as it would be more remembered For each this step I gave is a way to be looked at Of who first finds the smell… (a summer is leavening inside a garden of midnight bleaching flowers pulling away every cherry dream therein that passed through the hours) (Inspiration: XXIX, from W [ViVa] by E. E. Cummings)