when i traced the freckles on your back,
i told you
that i had run my fingers through
dust from countless stars and galaxies,
yet i had never seen a more
beautiful collection
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deadroses || poetry
Poetry"we had a vision though, now we dead roses" now, why did she send them? these broken down, wilted, beat up, rotten-looking flowers.
c.
when i traced the freckles on your back,
i told you
that i had run my fingers through
dust from countless stars and galaxies,
yet i had never seen a more
beautiful collection
