white tulip

the hollowed face of

white tulips; they drape

like moist cotton balls

over freckled entities;

bare skin; stripped to the

minimum of joints and

folds; frowns with creases-

navigating it’s winding way

past the outline of your

outer frame; it’s flow an

endless rhythm streaming

amidst unspoken anxiety

 

 

 

 

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