viernes, 13 de junio de 2008

my youth

time had offered
a rainbow flower
of cristal petals.
criterious so serious
of blinding stars.
she said once
bloody hearts
lied in her eyes.
she saw once
her broken heart.
tied her throat
those silent steps
and a sword ignited
to cut her tongue.
her head rolled by...
only a witch feels like a virgin inside.
So for that she is burned in death.

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