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The Fine Bloom
- Lilly Pelliccia
- Apr 29, 2018
- 1 min read
You should be that
tattoo that gets flowered.
The one that buds from a black lining to a bright,
red.
Become the
dove that grows
from a disfigured
skull.
Prosper into a yellow and pink
sunset, leaving a forgotten
lover’s name.
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