Forty-Five Pearls

If you let me, I'd like to clutch your forty-five pearls
A flawed, blinding foreignness
And if it's possible---
the descendant of Emily Dickinson
But have you really locked yourself away?
I found the key under your porcelain swan
beside a rotting tree
in the entrails of the Aokigahara forest
Death is not a forty-five letter word
and I can't find the extra birthday candles
because they don't exist


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