un titled

November 16, 2005

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paris, 2005

dry, dusty, dead. roses. the deep red faded, the petals curled into themselves. rustling sounds like paper rubbing paper. a fragile brittleness. and to my eye, beautiful. it is like sapho says, what we love is beautiful.

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