elegant trash
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Lovely, icy, crystal soft
Your merry eyes glow cold
Reality and nightmare mix
Your vicious threats grow bold
Squirming in a frosty lie
I claw at broken wings.
And you, my darling, laughing one
Pull at my puppet strings.
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