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Even after death,

entrenched jealousy persists,

tainting a man’s new

relationships, endeavours,

with melancholy.

Lady of Orange Blossoms,

you were a comfort.

The cherry branches broken;

exile no place for spouses.

Stripped of his office,

a cock crowed as he discussed

memories, regrets.

The waning moon obscured him:

his a shadowy future?