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Saturday, November 23, 2019

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Snatch the rose 

 

Pluck it from the sky, and 

 

Drink the youth that spills from her curling lips. 

 

A lifetime in mad moments 

 

A sweet, dark liquor that consumes the mind and soul. 

 

A sickening rose against the urban jungle, 

 

Drowning in dangerous thorns 

 

Which ruin the rough hands 

 

that pick the precious gift. 

 

Where’s the time gone? 

 

 

Image by Kate Lee, @katrionaemilyphoto.

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