That was Floretta, a moment I wanted to capture, a bird flying across the setting sun, but I knew a picture would only reflect the hardness of her mouth, the heavy rouge on her cheeks,
That was Floretta, a moment I wanted to capture, a bird flying across the setting sun, but I knew a picture would only reflect the hardness of her mouth, the heavy rouge on her cheeks, writing stories
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juderoy29
juderoy29 Fiction writer (mostly).
Autoplay OFF   •   3 years ago

That was Floretta, a moment I wanted to capture, a bird flying across the setting sun, but I knew a picture would only reflect the hardness of her mouth, the heavy rouge on her cheeks,

the blue eye shadow under her plucked eyebrows, & the gash of bright red lipstick

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