lördag 12 december 2009

ice cold beauty


you gaze out and see the beauty naked and raw
her beauty so clear it´s transperent
seductivly she whispers into your eye
come touch me with your soft fingertips

you leave your room, go out the door
beauty is hard and cold
she enters your bones
paralizing you in her icy grip

while birds sit like notes on electrical wires
looking with eyes black
chirping witout a sound

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