Short story: Flowers on the wall

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  The two had grown up in a small suburban town, next to a beautiful grove lined with brick cottages. He left when the war broke out; they hadn’t seen each other for three years. But one day he stopped by her door and rang the bell. She opened the
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Pulling out stitches

it’s only seven I’d like to touch you a little more- said the boy to the bed love said the vulture to the flesh said the sun-bleach to the rocks said the canyon to its eddies said the body to the wall – it’s only seven I’d like to touch
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