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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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