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Red Nail Girl

greenlistener103

Free verse · Love · Memory

The roses in May remind me of the wine-red nails of that one girl, don’t ask why.

Her proportions are not perfect, but not in my eyes.

She’s a skinny type, but that’s no problem, cause so am I

A glass of wine in her right hand, she touches it as softly as my back at night.

Her outfit is black, just like my mind when I see her tonight.

Others would be jealous, so she’s just a red heart in my contacts.

I love to look at her face, so soft like her morning kiss.

So I lose control every time I see these wine-red nails at night.

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