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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...
Written by jaspersilence
Published | Edited 3rd Oct 2015
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