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Bitch Iโm crazy about roses. Roses in face masks, in hand lotions, dried rose petals in essential oils. Rose candles, roses between teeth or a whole bouquet of them pressed into my breasts or roses in the street that have been walked on, run over or flung at someoneโs face. Rose tea, rose lemonade, rose lipstick, a rose in your hair, his lapel. Roses dead, roses vivid red. Petals leading from the doorway to the bedroom, rubbed like crayons into the sheets. I love roses so much I took five minutes out of my day to write this like???
New year, new me. Time to cut the ties that bind and become the bad bitch I was meant to be. How? I have no idea. But that's where the fun is, isn't it?
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hey how is everyone today?
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