Venus on your lips, Medusa
by: poetic abortion (12/28/05)

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note: happy new year everyone!

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because ugly is so filling and real she prefered it to the beauty of the garden
she still called her 'it' because it is so pointblank and fitting to her
that she can barely describe why (because as popularity dictates ugly is
nothing but a 'thing' a far stepdown ((more like tumble)) to inferiority)
and she felt that anyway
kissing this 'IT'girl with no makebelieve name
she's an ugly weed in a rose sprinkled garden
and at times she doesn't belong ANYWHERE but home
"my name," she says between a kiss, "is Rose"