Illusion

Member since 2003 · Posted 30 Nov 2006 · 0 comments

Were you a rose I would but glance And take you for a nettle Surely I would touch Your breath and Know you as a kettle I'd stay the heat To watch you boil And bear your stings To feel you coil Never more will I become Your harbinger in red A poisoned dream in black and white All nestled in your head

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