Performing Rose Red at Hit The Ode June 2011, The Victoria Brum
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| Casual is not part of their lexicon, relying on growls, gruff prose huffed into the neck |
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| They wait in woods, in fact any tree presents danger |
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| It is not the claws that cause a girl to hesitate, mostly they sheath those |
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| He brings me white roses that smell of other girls, it is torture |
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| I kick him out of my doorway |
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| I dwell on how he would bite my cheek red All the stunning illustrations by Hidden Eloise |
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