Strumming shifts through the slits
A vagabond grazes grains that rise against
Ever so lightly a tranquil gust unearthed
Redundant sounds resound unearthed
Through crevices She concealed
With drenched rows of fabric
Bunched and bundled
Clumps of violet---we ingest
The excess till illness transcends
Within each pore
Pressure mounts its lowly steed
A grim sight for Young Lass
She crumbles like a rancid leaf
Stored far above the shelves
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