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Picture
Your eyes tired,
cold expression,
Brings warmth.
Small flaws form perfection.
Hold you close,
a cold screen against my lips.
Transfer harshly on paper,
a fantasy
in this hot room.
A frozen expression,
Search the eyes.
Wonder if it’s real
face, frail, yet firm
eyes a wandering shape, colorless in this small frame
cold expression,
Brings warmth.
Small flaws form perfection.
Hold you close,
a cold screen against my lips.
Transfer harshly on paper,
a fantasy
in this hot room.
A frozen expression,
Search the eyes.
Wonder if it’s real
face, frail, yet firm
eyes a wandering shape, colorless in this small frame
Published 31st Mar 2013
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