gliding_distractions
Death of a Rose
More
thoughts
than
I
can
catch
are
always
running
the
Grande Prix
in
my
head
.
A
see
through
dress
of
simple
daisies
,
dancing
laughter
,
the
light
as
it
highlights
the
soft
hairs
on
her
arms
,
the
natural
ease
at
which
she
assimilates
everything
around
her
into
her
personal
lounge
;
all
these
things
and
more
are
my
distractions
,
and
they
slip
from
my
careless
fingers
.
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go
blather
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