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| Death of a Rose |
The press of a rose pressed between the pages you wrote me so long ago. Stored there on the off chance I might remember what it was you had done to make me want to recall that incident. I suppose the angles were all wrong on that day, that hour, that time I have smoked and preserved. I can make believe it was a lonely highway stop off, cherishing the view I get from up there. She made me warm all over when she said yes, I would have grasped her gently then and there if there hadn't been any interuptions on the way. I would like to have that crystal ball balanced upon my sword. Even in the gravity of the street signs, a taste that lingers on my lips. I do wish to kiss her, but for now I will live at the movie theatre, crying at the sudden welling of love in the moments I press between the pages. |
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| oldephebe | another effulgent reminiscense doar | 041201 |
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| Deathofarose | Danke kind sir. | 041201 |
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| ergo | If I only could | 091226 |