How many times will i face the gallows?
How many words will break the spell?
The beauty of the morning breeze
In your face is what i see.
for i'm so corroded,
and you, so beatifully broken
I just stared as you laid down
Undressed and perfect.
We walked on air
Your taste was so sweet.
But now all that's left of us
are the memories i'll keep.
J.
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- J.Monaco
- I'm a friendly simple guy, who loves Music, Graphik and Motion arts, history, drinking, explosives among many other things. - You can find more about me and my works in the link lists on my weblog, sorted by kind, or special features. Thank you for passing by! *and for the record, if you don't like what you read or see here, be my guest and get f*cking lost. Cheers, J.
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