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Rose on my kitchen sink

December 1, 2014


I picked you in the dead of night
From a forbidden place I raced
Your bloom a perfect bud
Thorns ~ blood soo red
My pain still remains
I should not have ripped you from your life
But such a perfume delight
Your ruby face has grown open and honest
Now you sit on my kitchen sink
Filling my senses with your musk
Forgiving me through your beauty


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  1. This is wonderful darling. Different interpretations as I read a few times. Enjoyed very much. xx

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