You're my teenage bruise,
love and
muse.
My teenage bruise,
within
my woes,
a honeysuckle
dripping with
summer
dew.
My bruise
of delight
purple,
black
brown
with white.
Something stained
to never forget,
my teenage bruise,
a love I am,
and yet...
Friday, 17 February 2012
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