when i have been a rose
i was firstly of the soil
my glossy thorns were
from me out and on the
air they pricked it loose
and my petals bustled
round my bulb and
when i have been a rose
i slept with mountains
and i have been eaten
by fawns quickly in
dappled grasp of forests
slight and enormously
when i have been a rose
i green
and light
did creep
between the
creases in light
slutty and chaste
winds have been on me
when i have been a rose
Jun 20, 2011
Jun 20, 2011 at 11:22 AM UTC
when i have been a rose
i was firstly of the soil
my glossy thorns were
from me out and on the
air they pricked it loose
and my petals bustled
round my bulb and
when i have been a rose
i slept with mountains
and i have been eaten
by fawns quickly in
dappled grasp of forests
slight and enormously
when i have been a rose
i green
and light
did creep
between the
creases in light
slutty and chaste
winds have been on me
when i have been a rose
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