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1 min readJul 2, 2018
Rose
She is a fleeting woman,
nameless.
My meaning to her?
Do I even care?
I know thorns don’t hold back
with delicacies like her.
It’s fun
for now.
Real talk. Real disagreements.
Genuine gestures. Unhinged flirtations. Monumental sex.
Selected silences,
exactly how I like it.
It all mixes together,
An aroma of fleeting dynamics.
I smell it,
it’s savoury,
non-satisfactory though.
Regardless
remember it.
It’s the least to be done.