poem Open By Cara Thereon on Monday, April 11, 2016 Beauty is what you conceive it to be Flowers twined around bare thighs A pink tongue peaking out to tease The particular construct of a face Preference plays a peculiar role Am I beautiful? Or am I an artfully constructed lie? How do you see me? Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Like this:Like Loading... Previous Post Next Post Related Posts poem Slippery poem Bruise Photos poem writing Slender neck
Aku April 12, 2016 at 3:11 am Reply If I’m honest? Both. Also, for some reason I’m loving the line of the twined flowers! 🙂 Something about it…
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You were artfully constructed.
If I’m honest? Both.
Also, for some reason I’m loving the line of the twined flowers! 🙂 Something about it…