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darling


a pristine splotch of fuschia / a flawless splatter

of ruby / the radiant smudges of sunlight pure as

a virgin / the poignant aroma of rose petals /

the translucent wings of a butterfly as fragile as

porcelain / the flimsy legs of a bird like twigs

that’ll snap any second / a bead of early morning

dew on a veiny leaf at the break of dawn / stroke by

stroke / pigments and hues / works of art are

misunderstood as often as a woman changes her

clothes/ fabricated into something they’re not /

but my darling / you're the creation / no one will forget

 
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eraine

I use poetry to express who I am inside, as cliche as it sounds. My true self comes out in my work, and I hope my pieces inspire others to do the same.

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