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Monthly Archives: September 2010

The Devil beats his drum,
the countdown starts.
Volcanoes rise,night falls
and then you,standing there
with a dark smile on your face. 

Naked poetry drenched in tears,
wars waged by hatred and fear.
Empty words,fiery feathers.
Where have we been?

II

Dream on,my girl.
The night is already ours.
Belle and beau,
satin and silk,
traces of words left unspoken.

Shivers down our spines,
is this what we want?
Trembling flesh,undercover sighs.
Dream on,my girl
life is already ours.
Black and white,sweat and blood
this is the cost of our desires.

 

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