eating rosebuds

Fri, 09/13/2013 - 01:02 -- mnissan

Eating rosebuds

my cheeks start to flush

the once translucent skin

becomes the rouge that victorian women pinch their cheeks for.

lovely lace

falls on ashen skin

and it drags across violet fields

but my skin is olive

and swarthy


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