002
by firemoth_007
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Purple as freshly polished beets
Green as the foaming morning sea
Pink as carnations on my fingertips
They blossom from crescents
They end in chips
Plastic technicolor grunge
They shine
This one is about my nails. Shut up.
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Pompeii on says:
I love these, I really do. ^-^
solitude on says about chapter 12:
hey~ what's the inspiration for 12, 13, and 14 ^^" hehehe
solitude on says about chapter 8:
damn number 8 hahaha ♥♥♥
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