YOUR necklace near
your neck
you are red roses
near my ground
LIKE when I sleep
your skin the fair
SUN I’ve forgotten
like numbers
they are many
symbols of my own
DEATH. i say,
“to be beautiful
is to be almost
dead.”
:: 05-24-2015 ::
YOUR necklace near
your neck
you are red roses
near my ground
LIKE when I sleep
your skin the fair
SUN I’ve forgotten
like numbers
they are many
symbols of my own
DEATH. i say,
“to be beautiful
is to be almost
dead.”
:: 05-24-2015 ::
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