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LIFTING THE VEIL
Perched upon the rooftop.
Breath upon the window.
Gliding to your bed.
Hovering overhead.
10 cold fingers trace tattoos.
Sleeping enigma,in solitude.
Fade out of dream.
Stare into me.
In fear,or awe?
This moment burns.
With forgotten words.
In realization
this IS real.
She can't move.
10 cold fingers trace tattoos...
Breath upon the window.
Gliding to your bed.
Hovering overhead.
10 cold fingers trace tattoos.
Sleeping enigma,in solitude.
Fade out of dream.
Stare into me.
In fear,or awe?
This moment burns.
With forgotten words.
In realization
this IS real.
She can't move.
10 cold fingers trace tattoos...
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