martes, 18 de septiembre de 2007

Poe, you ass

What do you think
might be inside
why wont you
believe there is
something to hide

A lonely drop
of dew slides
between her breasts
tingly shivers
down her sides

All sights
are as good as ever
yet her raven
recalls the insane
parts are here forever

© Liza Lindmark

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