The silver lining
of her otherwise fuchsia
underwear, was in its ability
to sense danger.
The gray area
of her otherwise rosy
lips, was in who they were
allowed to kiss.
The red alert
of her otherwise bronze
thighs, was for what attempted
to get between them.
The white elephant
in her otherwise beige
room, is what happened
to her prized possession.
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 7:43 AM UTC
The silver lining
of her otherwise fuchsia
underwear, was in its ability
to sense danger.
The gray area
of her otherwise rosy
lips, was in who they were
allowed to kiss.
The red alert
of her otherwise bronze
thighs, was for what attempted
to get between them.
The white elephant
in her otherwise beige
room, is what happened
to her prized possession.
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