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I don’t even know what to do now with my feet in all these rose petals..

Lie down and roll in them?

Roses are red.

Throw them in the air?

Violets are blue.

Eat them?

No,violets are purple.

but. They are blue because they have tiny petals and aren’t valued like the silky lush rose is. As much as I love that wild violet, there’s no going back to blue petals  once you are enveloped by red ones.

And now, I  don’t feel like holding still, damn it.

Mostly I feel like rubbing those damned rose petals between my fingers and thumb in a swirling motion while my legs alternate kick like I’m bicycling thru this pile of red luxury.

Silky-smooth cycling