lie to me
tell me that i'm still pure
that my skin still sparkles of rubies and gold
that not even the knife that carves
can scorn me, me with pearly teeth
me who never bleeds
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plastic flowers
Poetrylife is never perfect. it's messy and even the most perfect people put on a face. just like plastic flowers, from afar i can look put together but up close i'm everything but. *a collection of poems*
