Roses
Arrogance and confidence swirling
Such close hues
Paying the price of being known to collect beauty
A mannequin's proposition:
Live life or stagger through parts
Glimpses of lucidity through a veil
Wry smiles passing by
Reach out before the fog descends
A frozen kind of beauty
Steam from the swelter
Paint the canvas you have been given
To make the hues your own
Lest you lose
It
Before you wish for it to be lost
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