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Saturday, August 14, 2010

I saw under her skin

Saw the blood, bone
Muscle, sinew
Fangs, fur
Silvery eyes
The self I've been denying
Tender strokes
Soft as sweet memories
A drink
A drug
The magic of forgetting
A faery-tale with a gruesome ending
the depressing happily ever after
That looms in the distance
The horizon of new agony
New reality
Until the moon Goddess calls
Even I come out to play
Shield my eyes
Lock away my brain
Forget my lost touch
The stroke of a brush
A glimpse into my soul
You never should have saw
A disturbing piece of work
Of your personal hell

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