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eX de Medici |
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eX de Medici |
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I see roses wrapped in gunpowder Petals fall under the weight Vibrant colour rendered dull by dust Peeking out from beneath the hand gun I see a sea of marigolds So bright my eyes burn They smell funny As a child I would pick the petals one by one until nothing but the pistil remained And it too collapsed Rolling the yellow petals between my fingers until they stained saffron I found out the other day flowers are comprised of male and female parts Maybe that's one of the many reasons I cover my body in them I discover this iPhone application A virtual petal picker An anxiety soother A means to keep your brain steady while the world rushes by A nice sentiment as long as it doesn’t replace little fingers being stained saffron |
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