Tulips for my sister (Hep C Series)   Just as they have aged, seven days within the vase,   Just as yellow turns onto itself to view the summer’s guttural dreams,   And red has let loose its fiery skill, turning heart’s layers to flames and film,   They now curl up as most delicate…

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