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They're bright pink, so not bought for me. Smooth surfaced petals curling back like luxury tactile textiles. Their shape defining shadows paint a surface symmetry. Trusting eager stems stretch upwards but the ceiling sheds no sunlight. It's March and these are summer roses. Short stay visas, not cottage flowers. A week later and there's wilting. Petals like used tissues wrinkle, silk dresses rustling to the floor. Dark green leaves crumble to the touch. Stilled life leaves fragrant memories.
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Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 1:49 PM UTC
Still Life
They're bright pink, so not bought for me. Smooth surfaced petals curling back like luxury tactile textiles. Their shape defining shadows paint a surface symmetry. Trusting eager stems stretch upwards but the ceiling sheds no sunlight. It's March and these are summer roses. Short stay visas, not cottage flowers. A week later and there's wilting. Petals like used tissues wrinkle, silk dresses rustling to the floor. Dark green leaves crumble to the touch. Stilled life leaves fragrant memories.
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Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 1:49 PM UTC
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