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Pretty Things A 'pretty' poem by Angela.
pretty things
the things that make us dream
and pray and sing and dance
this is you
my prettiest thing of all
i shall drape you ’round my neck
or wind you through the tresses of my hair
or smooth you like lotion into my skin
you will be the blush that tints
the sovereign scent
the sun-hued tan
the one true smile line
the pink scar that fades not ever
the birth bruise that stays forever
and i will be a pretty thing
your pretty thing
the pretty thing we made together
© Our very own Angela, also of Literate Smut.
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