Imperfections folded within roses
caressed on hips,
and lips with lingering scents
that putrified me.
Author notes
Count: 15 words.
I think this will be deleted when I wake up.
Background made by me - up for grabs with credit.
A contest entry
- 15 words by Melissa Gayle.
600 points, ended May 22, 2008, 32 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Now you tell me:
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nice 15 words
I've never seen the word putrified before must look it up
but it sounds ..... thanks for replying, I hoped you would... well the "flaw" and "imperfection" were strong enough inferences, preempting satirical ignorance for a general "dont-know" instance atleast got me a few words of correction
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It's meaning is nothing baby-ish.
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I really like this -
there is a bit of a somber feel here that contradicts the hope. Love that.
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