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rose boy

ah, but he's so basic.

skinny ripped jeans, baggy t shirt, black converse.

he's just trying to be cool.

cigarettes to bruised lips, purple eyes from tales of old.

he probably keeps himself awake.

he keeps a rose and a small book in his back pocket, and a pencil behind his ears.
he came in the dead of the night to tell me that he wanted to return the symbol to his lover as a sign of enternal love.
in the book he recorded every memory ever recreated.

I nearly felt sorry.

until i found him still and white floating down a river with his rose woven between his fingers and a smile upon ashen lips: he escaped to meet his lover and I hoped he'd be back someday.