Rose Fragrance
The flame in the middle of a dark bedroom floor pulses her heat,Âpatiently seeping British Rose into their lungs.Â
with every match stick she ensures them of her dangerous beauty.Â
         a beautiful melt. a well known mystery.Â
How long will her fire parade in the light rose stained wax?
Wasn't she gleaming a purple lavender last month?
Although they would never admit it, they love the chase, they love keeping up with the colours of her slow burning light. The light that will plague all in her radius.Â
Attention, tension, its getting hotter,Â
She grants them their layer of vision. But will never surrender her own.Â
(i wrote this half tipsy last night lol)
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