Flower Face
If everyone had flowers, instead of skin to guard their face
She would look like she was from a different race
Instead of pure daisies surrounding her eye
She has purple fuscias that bloom and die
And before they're dead they bloom once more. A line of roses on the jaw
A circle of poppies above the mouth's door
You may look at her and think she is poor because she's not pure
But just plain daisies can become quite a bore.
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