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and there's something about turning 16 and filling your lips with the deepest red in the mirror how it feels like you've become a rose freshly unfurled from some skeleton, your colours as rich and viscous as your dripping blood yet a rose that's closed in a glass jar, you are turned and admired, you are twirled in fingers like the stem of a wineglass because at 16, you feel you are something refined, mature and flowing and beautiful older but it's only your mother's lipstick; she too is getting old. at night you take the crimson off, and the rest of you comes into focus. all your yellows, all your blues; you will need to love them too and don't you let the laughter slide off from your new scarlet mouth because you're 16 now. it will try to and you will need to pick it up off the floor because you're 16 now but remember one thing for me: you are far more sturdy than just a rose you are a girl you are every colour you think you haven't become
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Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 12:14 PM UTC
red rose
and there's something about turning 16 and filling your lips with the deepest red in the mirror how it feels like you've become a rose freshly unfurled from some skeleton, your colours as rich and viscous as your dripping blood yet a rose that's closed in a glass jar, you are turned and admired, you are twirled in fingers like the stem of a wineglass because at 16, you feel you are something refined, mature and flowing and beautiful older but it's only your mother's lipstick; she too is getting old. at night you take the crimson off, and the rest of you comes into focus. all your yellows, all your blues; you will need to love them too and don't you let the laughter slide off from your new scarlet mouth because you're 16 now. it will try to and you will need to pick it up off the floor because you're 16 now but remember one thing for me: you are far more sturdy than just a rose you are a girl you are every colour you think you haven't become
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vamika
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Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 12:14 PM UTC
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