requiem memories: beyond our dreams?
Friday, February 24, 2006
Jane Doe.An orange knee length dress she wore,
The night she came a-knocking.
A murderer standing at my door,
With a charm that's simply disarming.
I opened up immedietly, unknowingly,
Drawn to her in a drunken stupor.
And when I did, momentarily,
My legs lost touch of the floor.
I stood there rooted to an unknown platform,
Surrendering all defences.
She stabbed me with her ravishing smile,
And rendered me senseless.
Dead as I can be i lay,
Beneath her immaculate nose.
Underneath her watching eyes,
I pray to see only those.
| unendability
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