Awkward
I've fallen in love with her...awkwardness.
Her wispy little poem petals.
The petals coming together.
The reds, pinks, speckled with blue infinity.
Flowing against the current.
Against every trend.
She eventually caved in, tumbling over the brink.
Broke apart in a cool black pool.
A mosaic in stained glass pink.
Trapped in a tangle of sinkers and plastic weeds...
Macabre and painfully serene.
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